Drip
drip
the waters slip
down in to the valleys they drip
down the rocky slop
into the grove below
green and lush pink and red as rust
rivers bobble and flow
down the mountain they go
burp, slurp, swish, gurgle, and blow
water falls down below
green and lush pink and red as rust
flowers grow on green banks a glow
of yellow spruce, and pine cone
Fall is falling down below
mountains are calling
leaves are falling
moist and wet
Fall is coming
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