Life moves like a river flow,
undercurrents, journey slow.
Seek gentle stream, there you go.
Dry your feet, get wet no more.
Oasis of care that leads you to,
mountain air, a peaceful mind.
Go ahead, and take the time,
feel the gentle warm embrace,
Find your stream
that takes you where
there is no pain nor hurried pace
Stretch out and drift in a
light and serene place.
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