by Brian Troyer

Created on: July 02, 2009

Soothing, calming, trickling, running,

The cool, clear life flows.

Where it passes, flowers bloom,

Grass grows,

Life begins.

In the damp, misty forest,

Beads of life drip from leaves high above

To the cool earth below.

The steady pit-pattering of drips on dry leaves

Is the only sound to be heard in this silent world.

The life flows on.

Down swift mountain streams

Into ice-cold, crystalline lakes

High above the clouds.

Over rocks, plunging through the air

Until with a hiss and a splash,

it strikes stone.

Further still, down white-water rapids it flows,

Down, always down,

Now passing canyons,

Now a meadow,

Always down,

Always down to its source:

The Sea.

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