The River
Ancient water and river flows,
wind long through barren lands,
burned down trees and grasses bare,
erroded hills and flattened sands.

Yet still the tiny Lily grows,
expressing natures dream,
that life is born from waters deep
on flows the upward stream

and deeper still the dreamer dreams
of water kept to bring,
earths great recess secret well.
The waters from within.

to cleanse and grow the lily,
the grass the dune, the tree.
Eternal flowing river,
whose course is ever free.
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