If you face a river flow,
undercurrents, journey slow.
Seek a stream, occasionally go.
Dry your feet, get wet no more.
An oasis of care that leads you to,
mountain air, a peaceful mind.
Go ahead, and take the time,
feel the gentle warm embrace,
all we need, a special place.
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