Peggy Jeanne Garcia THE RIVER Lost for so long among the concrete and the steel of modernization -- it sparkles with an inner tranquility along its waterways. All manner of waterfowl nest among its tall grasses, they grudgingly share their environment with the garbage let loose by those who don't seem to enjoy the peaceful sounds that drift and mingle along its waterways. Rippling water invites the living to pause and listen to the rhythm of the river, while the sun sinks below the horizon washing the rocks and the trees along the river's banks with reds and quiet oranges. And as dusk falls along the banks of the Los Angeles River the watersouls emerge from their hidden homes rejoicing in the knowledge that the river survives.