to the feilds and flowers like a shimering gown.
It trickles a tune, like a flute as it flows
over pebbles and boulders, and green things it grows.
It sounds like a song sung to lull me to sleep,
to evoke emotion, make me wonder and weep.
How can something so simple as water in motion,
drown out the dribble of man-made commotion,
and paint a picture that life is glorious and grand?
I'm sure it has something to do with the Creator's hand.
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