tracing from a mountain creek
a trickle that began
from up above a snow capped peak
to drift towards the land
as summers passed the trickle grew
far distant from its source
and soon a stream converged into
the trickle's winding course
where when apart and one by one
their waters ran alone
together joined their waters run
a river all its own
that kept its steady path each day
though obstacles it faced
as tributaries crept its way
but could not keep its pace
for strengthened by its inner bond
the river quietly flowed
and at its end arose a pond
where life would quietly grow
and from beneath the light of dawn
till moonlit night's embrace
the trickle and the stream are gone
a river in their place
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