Where Springs, Streams and Rivers Unite


Its time to open the window,
Of my soul to that of yours,
Its time to breathe in the air crisp,
And sink in deep in the emerald of waters green,
Its time to loose myself to the scent of wild geraniums and ferns,
Where only for a moment,
Everything else stands still to the beauty of this world,
Where springs, streams and rivers unite,
And where every step has a story to tell.

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