The RiverA Poem by JukeboxShadows from the wind-blown trees Looking down on the crystal clear river The water is running over the small pebbles You feel relieved of all your problems as you watch it flow You look at all the nature and start asking yourself questions How far does the river go? Why are the trees surrounding it so tall? How many pebbles are being washed? ©By @manda Gloth © 2009 Jukebox |
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