Freshet


Her source fills with influenced knowledge
A ford shallow enough to walk on her
With time she'll become more than a body of water
The deepest depth of her bed holds her soul
Meanders forming to the lands mystic curves
The world adapts to her currents,
Naive to the power she holds
channels bring deposition of challenges
Narrowing her growth to life
Erosive behavior sculpts her future
Frantically in search for her backwater
Midstream her rapids become aggressive
Tides of the journey strengthen her mind
Rising by the moment
She cresting to the point of no return

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