snow melts
as the sun shines down
on the mighty mountain peak

and a trickle of water begins
running down the mountain side
following a course of its own choosing

springtime to springtime
the cycle repeats
until the trickle becomes the groove
becomes the roar of a mighty river rushing

and the moisture awakens
every seed and growing being
near its course

just as nature
in her ever-moving cycles
nurtures all that is
in a rush of mighty movement
of the soulů

? Michaelette ?


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