It cuts through mist to the forest below,
down to the canopy it pools, swirls and flows.
It gathers, it spills, through leaves it weeps,
it drips, it drains, down the trunks it seeps.
Where it touches, life, nothing does it take,
the world comes alive, creation springs awake.
Trees feast and feed, soaking it in,
plants sing praise, relishing life once again.
Critters skitter and scurry, basking it's warm,
they seek and they play, in groups they form.
A myriad of song lifts with the voice of one,
glorious they sing to it, a new day has come.
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