Dripping in dewy sunshine droplets
Honey-pearled, wisdom-reared
The creature dreams of dreaming clearly
Of all that it could be
One day, sometime, somewhere.
The river soothes, trickles gladness
Creatures dance and mingle, rock step along
Pools of mirror fantasy
Elongate the soul's pleasure.
The river is always there,
Is always coming,
And is always going away.
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