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Running Rivers
Rushing, spraying, gently gliding,
Down the mountain I go.
Turning and twisting, rising and falling
To the sound of Nature’s harmonious flow.
Slowly flowing over smooth stones
Nature’s pull guides me down.
Starting at the top and descending,
I am on the journey alone.
Though at times I do have friends,
But they never last for long.
They come and go with Nature’s flow
To never be seen again.
Rushing, spraying, gently gliding,
Down the mountain I go.
Turning and twisting, rising and falling
To the sound of Nature’s harmonious flow.
Faster, faster, and faster I run,
My rapids growing more wild.
Twisting, turning, and out of control
My world is turned upside down.
But then peace comes as I slowly fall
Off the cliff’s edge into still air.
Flying, falling, flying down,
Into the new world I go.
Rushing, spraying, gently gliding,
Down the mountain I go.
Turning and twisting, rising and falling
To the sound of Nature’s harmonious flow.
Crashing and misting, I hit the still surface
Where calmness and peace reside.
But the calm is disturbed as the sun comes up
And heat takes me into the sky.
I gather together in one white puff
Watching the world below me.
But then I grow heavy and I fall back home
Where I truly belong.
Rushing, spraying, gently gliding,
Down the mountain I go.
Turning and twisting, rising and falling
To the sound of Nature’s harmonious flow.
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