The Stream
The Stream
It starts on a mountain way up high
Near the top, close to the sky
Gravity pulls it down along the side
It meanders, turns and tries to hide
Now it rushes much more wide
It is now a glittering, shimmering stream in all of it’s pride
In the valley it joins the river and hits it’s stride
Copyright © James Lomerson | Year Posted 2015
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