Wet River
Hey wet river.
Hello dry bones.
Feel the rhythm?
Hear the tones?
Wet, wet,
The river gives.
Wet, wet,
The river takes.
Walk along the brooks and streams,
Run along the ponds and lakes.
Close my eyes,
I hear no more.
I will exhaust,
I will explore.
Through the forest,
I run, I run.
Fear for when
My time is done.
Kick up your feet,
Enjoy the shows.
This is where the
Rabbit goes.
Copyright © Michael Huch | Year Posted 2023
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