Riversong
For a child of earth's waters
There is no greater love
Than the love of flowing rivers
Swift as shivers down her spine.
Twists and bends their travels make
Past surely rooted trees,
'Cross plains and canyons, sun and stars,
From the mountains to the seas.
Oh river, tell me what you know
Of summer, sky and snow!
But rivers hold their secrets deep
Where no man's heart can go.
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