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It rises in the mountains;
Continually in motion
It flows towards the sea
Obeying the call of the ocean.
Steep cliffs are no constraint;
It flings itself over chasms
In scenic cascades and falls
Plunging into rainbows
To lie deep in pools below.
It snakes across the valleys,
Carves its path in stone
And races ‘cross rocky outcrops,
The water white with foam.
It bubbles over pebbles,
And gushes through the rushes,
It laps on sandy shores,
Its course, its flood, its flow
Sprays the land adjoining
To allow the crops to grow.
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©DGA 13 February 2012 11:44
