River of the Valley

April 7, 2014

Rushing of water,

As if it's on its own agenda;

why must you be so carefree?

Splashing againsist my face in the morning,

that makes myself clean;

Why must you be so cold?

Flowing down its chosen path,

Meets others along the way;

Why must you be so freindly?

Sounding as if a womans singing

Sings a song of joy

Why must you be so beautiful?

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