feathery film of oil like rainbow
follow contours of morning flow
dark turtles line-up on fallen logs
quiet, teeming with hungry bugs
calmness caress hidden beauty
upstream freshness comes, lovely
scattered rocks breaks silence
trying to keep water from spring
roars to tumbling waves & current
forming fine mist so cool to touch
sun rays peeping found my hand
startled deer gallops to upland
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