Writer's Block

I was a soft rolling river
Enjoying my day
 
Sparkling and twinkling
Relaxing into May
 
Then I felt it
Subtle at first
 
Trying to move
It began to hurt
 
There it was
 the reason for my pain
A damn beaver’s dam.
Mission to drive me insane
 
It blocked my flow
What should I do
I really don’t know
No one to turn to
 
Mother Nature took pity  
On me you see
A bolt of lightning
Hit the dam making debris
 
I started to move
It was not quite the same
I just needed time for the
Words to flow into my brain.
 
Dams may get built
As tall as a wall
Just give it time
All walls do fall.