I am running water,
a stream, a brook, a river,
all of it.
Slipping through
or around obstacles,
I am water.
A brook,
babbling noisily,
bright and cheery,
tripping merrily down rocks.
A river,
graceful and stately,
pressing ever on-wards
with slow, careful surety,
never losing ground always gaining.
A steam,
slender, lovely,
sparkling with summer sun,
peaceful.
I am running water,
because no matter which exact word
all are calming,
all bring peace,
all soothe souls with their simple presence,
even if they roar like rapids down a mountainside.
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