There's a stream
that flows and sings
traveling miles
over rocky earth
gently, steadily
it creates its path
effortlessly it moves,
over and around.
Many come to its edge
drink its waters
refresh their feet
listen, as it babbles
an unheard song,
opening spaces
once thought gone.
Yes,
many pause at its bank,
wade through its tiny rapids,
emerging on the other side
still and hopeful,
carrying the wonder
into tomorrow
—for a while.
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