Flowing like a little child,
The gurgle is the laughter, so mild
Que sera sera, the attitude,
Oh! How much I envy you.
Making merry on the path you flow,
The plants and grass really glow.
Your speed increases bit by bit,
And so does your energy I admit.
Is the flood your alter ego?
I oft doubt my dear amigo.
How someone so calm,
Can explode like a bomb?
You are the base of our existence,
Suffer we do, in your absence.
You are precious,
Soothing and gracious.
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