I meet with her each morn.
As she glides beside me
I sense her mood.
Some dawns she fumes in fog,
others she glistens in glee,
yet others she tumbles in turmoil.
Time alters my days
seldom I see her
and then
my path leads to her again.
She greets me with glory,
sunlight dances upon her face.
Joy to my soul
from her ancient waters.
As she glides beside me
I sense her mood.
Some dawns she fumes in fog,
others she glistens in glee,
yet others she tumbles in turmoil.
Time alters my days
seldom I see her
and then
my path leads to her again.
She greets me with glory,
sunlight dances upon her face.
Joy to my soul
from her ancient waters.
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