Water
You remind me of water, the tinkling of spring
The flood from the mountains releasing to sing
The roar of the canyons, the echoes they bring
The rush of the blossoms, the lift of the wing
The scent of the sprouts and the bee with its sting
Of heart, if I would choose another word
Senses reeling as the heart is heard
Paragliding pulse as life is stirred
Beyond the bounds of words, there is a sense
The trembling of the mountain so immense
The golden heart and voice in recompense
Awash with all of life in present tense
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