The Journey of the River

From the springs in the highlands,

My journey, I begin.

Past the great humming fish

I commence my descent.

I drop down from the springs.

My flow guards those who are my children.

'Neath the walls of stone

I twist and become bent.

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On the open field's edge,

I come out and keep flowing.

As payment for protecting the people within,

I flow with freedom through fortified walls.

I then proceed to the deep canyon.

I continue on; keep going.

I enter the valley of the desert people,

Inside of which are thundering falls.

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Roaring down many a cliff,

I gracefully plummet.

O'er the river bed

I continue; never cease.

Then I am finally there--

My journey's summit.

In the calm, beautiful lake

I may rest, forever in peace.