The blue flowing water moving freely, a sapphire canvas watching it sway. Contained but free, straying where it pleases, relief in it’s rhythm, ripples and glides. White clouds soaking up its tantrums and joys, in an harmonious azure expanse. A mighty hand guiding and shifting noise, the Lord foretells it’s symphony of waves. Tumbling, turning, towing and throwing rumbling, falling down on each other. Capable of what it puts its mind to peaceful but quick in turning to resent. I wonder, does it feel hurt or sadness? Watch in awe, the unforgiving ascent. The Lord’s creation released to the shore, Chasing you in gentle competition. What power the blue flowing water has, I wonder, does it feel boastful or proud? Ripples join hand in hand, no end in sight setting out on its life long adventures. I wonder, does it feel joy and delight? The Lord watches over with a pleased eye, a strong creation holding life within. Secrets and mysteries, myths and legends, the Lord knows well the blue flowing water.
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