The rushing river slows
To a smooth, respectful stride
As the Forest's Daughter nears
With her loping and graceful glide.
She sits astride a stone
With her feet above the water.
Her roots reach down to drink;
An honour to nourish the Daughter.
Birds alight to bathe
In the presence of her calm,
Chirping as they splash;
Flowers in her palm.
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