THE RIVERS ARE HIGH
Rushing white waters flow down the stream,
The tide is still low, and there’s no rush. We have time to go.
As the sun sets, crickets begin to chirp,
High tide is near, so there’s no need to fear.
Your savior is coming, so don’t shed a tear.
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Written by
Olivia Smith
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