Unquenchable
A cache of snow that's drifting
to nestle on a mountain crest.
Sun-warmed it trickles down the slope,
to melt in winter rest.
A hesitating Brook is cradled
in a spring times sweet embrace.
And the look of passing seasons,
is a smile upon earth's face.
Rise O' Stream whose waters break,
across a sandy-pebbled floor.
To waiting Rivers down the way,
that stretch to reach the shore.
And dreams of mingling with the seas,
it runs to get there first.
Oceans surge to snare the prey,
and quell their avid thirst.
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