Rivers Run High
Rushing white waters flow down the stream,
The tide is still low, and there’s no rush. We have ample time to enjoy the moment.
As the sun sets, crickets begin to chirp,
High tide is approaching, so there’s no need to be apprehensive.
Your savior is on the way, so don’t shed a tear.
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