Harmony's Stream
Bending clear and cold,
through rock strewn valley,
the creek she gathers.
turning withered land to brilliant growth,
flooding a narrow, parched mile.
Inside I smile.
My senses dull in the cool torrent.
I am purified in moving harmony,
soaked in the rich dew of countless drops.
The rushing of waters soothes the
dusty paths of the weary.
I am safe from angst and fury.
A churning beauty of cleansing motion,
a stream bed slides from
hill to plain through
mud and rock and dazzling grains of sand.
May drought or dam stop not the peaceful hand!
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