Are you a straight river?

Not tranquil or quiet, but roaring and rushing,

Powerful, dangerous,

Urgent in your movements, you crash down rocky slopes.

Are you a meandering river?

Cutting, sharp and witty, patient at the point bar,

Growing, ever-changing,

You cut yourself off and create your oxbow lake.

Are you a braided river?

Diverging, converging, and twisting on yourself,

Shallow, indecisive,

Baring ephemeral bars, your path shifts on a whim.

Or are you anabranching?

Complex, predictable, and dancing the same steps,

Dynamic, but stable,

Bars of green and gold, your islands are full of life.