Rushing along,
the water sprays
over boulders
in glorious abandon.
Running lightly,
the stream sings
of pebbles
glistening beneath.
Lying still,
the quiet pools
hold reflections
of precious beauty.
But as the ocean
awaits the stream;
our happiness
waits on our dream.
from heart to head 
AMAZING river pics,effy,like the poem too.Think I can identify all rivers …Brikee
I thought you’d know them. Wondered if the place of the reflections might get you puzzled though.