From the mountain spring
To the ocean, or lake
Stately in their progress
Some rivers are rainfall
Streaming over the green earth
Gathering in ditches
Gaining strength in numbers
Some rivers run dry
Vanishing
In the desert heat
All we can say is
In one place, at one time
One river runs
Mostly one way
And still waters
Evaporate
Wind churns the clouds
Every which way
But we are not
Raindrops
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