Headwaters

Come unto these crystal waters,
          And then take footing
Do not slip and fall--
          The water slips and slides
Across the mossy stones
          The gentle current
Invites me:
           Whoosh, whoosh.
Listen, listen!  I hear
           The lapping of water on land
Come with me
          let us take out little boat
And float peacefully
          Across the smooth blue
Path through the woods
         Which winds
Like a snake hissing:
        Hiss, hiss.
It whispers:
         follow, follow!
Listen, listen!  I hear
         The rumbling of the rapids
It warns us,
         Away, away!
So come unto these crystal waters,
        what larks we'll have!

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