Carving its way incessantly, unstoppable, alone
Down to a trickle in the driest of seasons,
Gushing forth effusively, when heaven reasons
Did you know of the tiny rivulet
That found its way, in distant mountains
Disfigured, obscured, in another’s brilliance
Petrified of shining, living off merciful radiance
Thoughtlessly, unwittingly, guiding, bright
Someday, willingly, will shed the night
Did you know of the crescent moon
That eclipsed the sun, when time was right
Ephemeral, ethereal, expanses of pure white
Nascent, pubescent, fighting to survive
Herded arbitrarily, by a fanciful wind
Feeling hard-pressed, become dark malevolence
Did you know of the distant cloud
That gave of itself, and discovered benevolence
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