Water down the mountain
Dripping from the snow
And as the droplets gather
A Stream begins to grow
Slowly Ripples join each other
And down and down they flow
In that moment beautiful
Like that crystal snow
As the stream grows larger
and speeds up as it goes
It descends down the rapid slope
And the beauty begins to show
First, it takes some time to pool
Gathering poise as it slows
With grace it lifts from clifftop
heights
seeking new life down below
And so it comes to freefall
From those distant heights
Creating its own show of hope
In that early light.
And now what can be seen for miles
And in morning sunlight glows
Is a flight of color in the air
That only the heavens could truly
know.
Flow
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