Poem: Something to Say

Hey, all! This is a poem that I wrote a really long time ago, but just recently dug it up and rewrote it. It’s kinda random, but I hope you like it!

The rushing stream is babbling,

dancing, rushing, dabbling.

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Leaves fall in and float away,

To be found again some other day.

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Plants make a hedge

on the water’s edge,

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And the water laughs and chuckles,

as if it has something to say.

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It mutters and talks, cries and calls,

as if it has something to say.

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But all that it laughs, talks, and calls,

all gets carried away.

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