The cycle

Maybe in a short while
You’ll wake up and see everything renewed
Water dripping off
fresh flower petals 
With bright bursting colours,
Elegant and wild,
Uncertain and hypnotic.
The path the water flows is it’s own creation,
No one knows the forgotten sheath 
It’s all kept tight and packed in 
to bring life 
Building the stream
that the sky replenished
that the sun warmed
And the moon oversaw 
Splash and trickle, drop and dribble
As a young boy stomps through the residual puddles
Thrashing and racing, challenging the will of nature,
As it is nature fighting itself 

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