Her fractured remains littered the banks of the brown river.
Twisted bones bleached white from long days spent worshipping the sun
now tossed about after the storms of summer.
Sluggish sounds of lapping waves the only reverie.
Her age is unknown. Her birth unwritten.
It was so long ago that no one remembers her absence.
They remember her cool sheltering arms.
They remember her strength.
And they smile as they paddle by.