The liquid mirror ripples and flows.
Between the muddy banks it goes.
Shallow and deep, over sand and stone;
Dimpled and bubbling - copper and foam.
Water may shape the stones in time,
But presently it's the stones that shine;
Giving the water its current form.
It's in the depths where beauty is born.
This ever-changing play with light,
In every moment, unique insight
Into the workings of the natural state.
Go sit by the river, and clean your slate.
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