Running Free
Winter melts and seeps deep below,permeates cathedrals with snow,in spate
nature's blood in flood .In moorland gorse new springs become a tumbling
source.A babbling burn in feathered ferns to riverine unseen,a stream of
freshwater clean.In rivers soil silts against sloping banks and the current slows
into eddys, where fat chubb doze.Deeper waters then running free,winding slowly
to the sea.
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