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.
