Sitting quietly upon the banks,
From the purest source I have drank.
It flows crisply, ever gently down,
In its depths I could easily drown.
The sounds are calming and soothing,
They remove my feelings of brooding.
The currents bring relaxation,
My troubles come to cessation.
Whisked to a place only I know,
Before me the tributary flows.
Soon I know that I will be blessed,
Swimming the stream of my consciousness.
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