Tributaries

Starts with a trickle,
Barely perceptible,
Inkling, tinkling,
Constant in yield,
Draining its’ juices
To waiting receptacle,
Hugging the earth
With her warm liquid arms.

Moving with gravity
Layer to layer,
Languishing long enough
To feed her soul.
Forever lover,
Always a player.
Lonely meanderings
Through field and farm.

Seeking her sisters,
Longing to join them.
Building a family
Across the soil.
Looking to join the
Grand ocean of longing,
Grateful reward for
Her labor and toil

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