The Mysterious Stream

 

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Slowing to a crawl now,

The stream wanders in a different mode,

Than when started at the top of the mountain.

 

Days of racing and driving through the land,

Splitting fences and boundaries as I flew,

Are over.

 

Today a more peaceful, reflective pace,

As I saunter through the trees.

 

Yet, still wanting to change the landscape.