It is a living thing
And life-giving.
This water, a time echoes
First raised from seed.
Greenly rustled up to
All the world through
Of each herbivirous thirst:
Goat's, bison's, deer's.
Manoeuvres to the end
Boulder, sharp bend
As any irrepressible
Force for good can.
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