Dedicated to: My mother, who loves nature
Warnings: None
Roaring, rushing, winding it goes
______this immense swift river
And all along the bank of green
_______‘tis leaves that shift and quiver
In the breeze
Leaves that bloom at the brink of spring
_______Bonded to the trees aloft
Guardians that see beyond and past
_______they stand and watch and sing
Afar the guardians of the woodlands
_______lay expanses of green
And the river vast flows down the slope
_______And the grass parts as it surges between
Through the plains and past some deer
_______Grazing on the pasture near
Eventually coming to the great expanse of blue
_______With birds that twitter and fish that sing
Great ships hang off the harbor of the king
_______Floating gently ‘til the next haven
And as the river joins its brother ocean
_______Our journey comes to a close
For we could follow it further still
_______Across the world, miraculous
But we all know, there will always still be more to see
_______As Mother Nature creates
We will continue to be
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