THE RIVER

The river starts in seclusion,
A spring flowing out of the ground.
At first, it is quiet;
Barely heard;
The tiny trickle of water
Begins its journey downhill.
As it grows, it gains momentum;
Breaking down rocks, moving debris.
Spilling in waterfalls
Over cliffs;
Pooling and racing on its way,
Spreading and growing deeper.
It brings life giving nourishment
To creatures and plants of all kinds;
Drinking its refreshment;
Drawing strength;
Cooled by its beautiful presence;
Living in its broader depths.
The river grows quiet again,
Its current deep and powerful;
Supporting large vessels
On their way
To nearby ports or the ocean,
Where river yields to the sea.

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