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There once was a babbling brook flowing through the field,
 just one look is all it took to see the beauty of nature’s gift-
 All the leaves from the trees seemed to gather in the weald,
 in the lumbered beaver dam lay a weak and broken rift.

 Just one look is all it took to see the beauty of nature’s gift,
 I see the cascading reflections surfacing with the ebb flow-
 In the lumbered beaver dam lay a weak and broken rift,
 for when the twilit moon arrives it leaves a honeyed glow.

 I see the cascading reflections surfacing with the ebb flow,
 with mossy vines running through the emerald of the trail-
 For when the twilit moon arrives it leaves a honeyed glow, 
 because of the morning dew, the water is left cold and frail. 

 With mossy vines running through the emerald of the trail,
 it spreads and reaches the distance no space can feel-
 Because of the morning dew, the water is left cold and frail,
 it shimmers below the setting of the sun that can heal. 

 It spreads and reaches the distance no space can feel,
 for in the light of day the grassy covered land is sincere-
 It shimmers below the setting of the sun that can heal,
 and as it glimmers it brings splendor into the atmosphere.

 For in the light of day the grassy covered land is sincere,
 all the leaves from the trees seemed to gather in the weald-
 And as it glimmers it brings splendor into the atmosphere,
 there once was a babbling brook flowing through the field.

December 14, 2016

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