I met a lady by a tree
She was so clean, so clean to me.
Washing away the timeworn stones
She moved with precision and created new homes
sketching between each and every creek
I stood with my toes beneath natures germans and closed my eyes to hear her speak.
The river whispered a tale.
A tale of the under world.
Where frogs were kings,
and fishes grew wings.
When we lived in sand castles
and slept on lillie pads.
Of fairies playing harps next to fire blowing dragons.
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