Rivers
In the silence
of morning,
through the tunnels
of rain,
the clouds
of darkness,
the hidden whispers
of winds,
turning,
resting,
moaning
in the sighs
of falling leaves,
and trees,
if you stop,
and listen,
step away
from
the hurried lights,
the moving,
racing chase
of the dash
to seize the day,
to look
behind
the shadows
upon the slow
forgotten walk
of footsteps,
the climb
to view
the open spaces,
the rooftops
of early autumn,
chimney fires
and beyond
the long fingers
of dawn
upon the crouching
hidden hills,
you can see
the opening paths,
for rivers
of life,
change
and motion,
futures
beckoning
being born
to be.
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