The Sparkling Stream



 The sparkling stream like a million scattered  pearls,    

 Racing between the rocks, 

 Lost in my thoughts, I was the only girl, 

  My feet bare, I felt the chilly drops.


The trees were the prop of shade,

And the birds were singing,

They say there's one spirit  of which I should be afraid,
But me?
I wasn't afraid because I knew the changes I was bringing.

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