The waterway with it's source At the foot of the hill
Which flows with a babbling tongue that is never still
That grows to a river on it's sea going way
And flows on forever by night and by day
The waterways were flowing for thousands of centuries before the birth of the first woman and man
Do not have in them any given time span
They have flowed forever and will forever more
From the foot of the hill to the far ocean shore
Like Nature's Seasons people to life come and from life do go
And of most air breathing life forms time does become the foe
But the waterways from the high ground that to big rivers do grow
Do not have a time span and forever will flow
With tongues ever babbling by night and by day
On their meandering journeys to the sea far away.
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