I began, a trickle of clear water.
Sneaking into crevices,
sparkling tiny bubbles, sustenance for plants.
Life affirming hope, nature's glorious dance.
A luminous stream under the sun,
grows longer, wider in girth.
Molding life, giving birth,
becoming part of an evolving earth.
A swimming hole for children,
laughing, searching for treasures.
Moonlight lovers find enchantment.
All vital parts of a wondrous planet.
Wait! What is this change?
Has nature become mans’ merciless game?
My riverbed, now covered by discarded trash.
Is my legacy to become history's sad past?
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