Down from the mountain to the canyon below.
A pure and gentle stream flows there you know.
Over a period of time it has carved a path way.
The hard rock by its flowing has cut it away.
Generations of time has yielded a smooth flow.
It broadened its own path surely, and very slow.
As it purifies the rocks the water replenishes life.
Its pure cool taste quenches the thirst of lives.
It is beautiful to the eye and music to the ear.
It awakens all my senses when I stand near.
This picturesque scene to the highest degree.
Sure is the gentle flow of this mountain stream.
It begins as a trickle high atop the mountain.
Its water formed a pure crystal clear fountain.
Its pure gentle flow a natural miracle to behold.
A pure flowing stream arouses senses I know.
I could stay here all day and never tire at all.
The sound of gentle flow and music as it falls.
Nature at its best a sight to treasure forever.
I wish I could live at the stream I'd leave never.
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