so he climbed high on to the ragged cliff
high and high
almost to the sky
and he spied a distant creek dancing by
lively in mirth and gay
running away and away
and he wondered:
"birthed and nourished by his mountain father
why this foolish creek cherishes so much of the ocean"
so he shouted unto the creek - but to no reply
twice and thrice he shouted - but again to no reply
tired and sad - he walked to the creek
the water was soft and clear
and there he see his shadowy face
unkempt and broken
sadness grew even bigger
despondent - he slogged back to the cliff
again he looked at the distant creek
lively in mirth and gay
running away and away
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