gentle friend (one sentence)

Gentle friend, tirelessly
falling along,
trickling your way
through this dense forest,
watering its trees and
wetting its moss
with your clear coldness;

in the Summer, you
cool these shady places and
patiently smooth the
colored stones you find,
refreshing all whose sore feet
make their way to your
steady flow

until, carrying away the
brightly-decaying
brittle leaves of brisk
Autumn which, dropping
tenderly, find their
way to your banks, you

prepare for the Winter,
when your ceaseless
hopeful movement
meets the sharpness
of the freezing wind and
you become like
transparent stone,

resting peacefully in
anticipation of Spring’s
lively call to wake up and
begin your dripping,
dropping movement
again.

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