April 26, 2009
Rivers flow in waves of passing breath
Its rippling sound filling ears
Gentle notes piercing the heart
Stronger now, loader, ragging drums
A song played by God’s hand
Changing every measure, but keeping time
Flowing into other, bigger songs
Birds and bugs sing along
People like to come and listen to their gentle waves
Always changing, but still the same song.

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