See the stream a flowing down
Through hills, meadows and civilized towns
Never stopping to pool up or rest
Lest it is dammed up or otherwise vexed
See it flowing down the dale
Into oceans where waves hiss and swell
At this spot it gets to stop
Until condensed into clouds and on land raindrops plop
Into fields, plains and farms with whispering crops
It’s journey goes on and on through rivers wide
Until it reaches oceans’ tide
It then enters our land masses door
There it enters once again
So its eternal journey re-begins
It passes continents, lands and places strange
Through swamps, plains, hills and frigid mountain range
It leaps and roars from mountainside
Or perhaps freezing in a glacial slide
And when again it passes through
It is tapped for me and you.
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