The gurgling brook starts to babble near here,
It murmurs, humming a soft mantra song,
With squish, squelch, squirm, its fluid voice is clear,
As it splashes, splutters, dancing along.
It kisses, caresses the bed of stream,
The banks are hugged in sibilant embrace,
Ripples lapping, create a lilting dream,
Each glug, slurp and slosh is rhythmic in grace.
But wind and rain...
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