Would you ask
The river
To run faster—
Seated along
Its dewy banks
Flanked by
Flowers of blue and gold
Watching the sunlight
Bounce against
The gray slate rock
Then break
Into a thousand glittering shards
Shimmering across
That green water-glass—
There, in the sweet,
Grassy air
Would you use your sacred breath
Inhaling so deeply
To demand that the river
That cradles you
With its warm magnificent grace
Do anything other
Than flow?
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