A mixing pot of mother earth
A stew of silt and earth,
takes bits of rock about the world.
Sways the rivers back and forth,
and waves the ocean to its hearth.
Where it gloats crackly white in its bliss,
and catapults itself onto the sun bleached sands.
Then to splashing its water on the hallow tree trunks
who wish they were back in the forests hands.
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