i see this river carve
its path between trees
snaking through; neat
following less resistance
slowly moving those rocks
where fishes feed and play
i love sounds; monotone
natures talk; simple need
'off of my way i'm passing'
there's deer water kissing
where ducks hunt and swim
i hide, not to disturb them
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