the songs 2

I started as droplets,
Over the centuries,
turned a roaring river.

Flowed into canals,
Filled the lakes.

Watched the creatures over the years.

Big forms, average sized the small petite ones.

Different looks, different ways yet...

Same problems.

saw greatness for them
tried singing for them,

a gentle stream or splashing wild.
yet they didn't listen, they just poured themselves into me, giving up.

They still do.

Ily.

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