It has become my morning companion
I love the way it paints
The colors on it are mesmerizing
I love the way it sings and then whispers
Its flow, splash, trickle, and drip are soothing
I love the way it dances
Moving in every direction
Gracefully like a feather in the wind
A constant friend that is also flexible
Along the mountain it sits quietly
Waiting for me to visit again.
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