Water flows on a
river,
Time passing
unrestrained,
Living feeling for
each day,
Every drop a
heartbeat,
All bearing life,
Flowing from the
mountain,
Through a barren
land,
From the spring of
our days,
Water not replenished,
As the springhead
sees no rain,
And all which pours
forth,
Is received unto the
wind,
While the drying
spring,
Awaits the fate of
sand,
The cold embrace of
ending,
Within eternal night,
For all we do adds
scope,
To the eternal world
beyond,
Perfection to
perfection,
From the good within
our hearts,
Making time a gift,
Beyond cost or
compare,
And the wasting of
this gift,
Is a wasted life.
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