Clear

 The clear waters roll on,

  sharing the beauty of stones,

    then the gift of food.

Lovely watercress flows,

  tendrils reaching out,

    going with the water.

Fish come and go,

  darting up and down,

   colors flying, adding texture.

It is beauty born in the roar,

   waters cleansing, nourishing,

     keeping the diversity alive.




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