A stream I espy
reflects the sky
it feels shy as it runs
and runs across
with no flaws
goes on in a toss
could see ripples mild
a swirl and a twist piled
it flows almost filed
the flowers float in pairs
the fish swim with care
these be the noble shares
we notice in the stream’s hold
as it gently passes in the fold
the waters not very cold
it is a beautiful expression
nature’s priced installation
a glorious yet modest representation
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