From the mountain high
On
the summit icy
It
begins to trickle
Toward
its destiny
Trickle
becoming stream
Very
quickly
Its
method brilliant
In
its simplicity
It
follows the path
Of
least resistance
In
its great race
To
go the distance
Growing
ever stronger
Under
gravity
Deeper
wider
And
ever more rapidly
A
great river now
Heading
for its destiny
And
it’s fulfilled
When
reaching the sea
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