Time and again the waters start to travel gathering everything and growing on the way to become the maiden she is destined to be and finally surrenders herself and her belongings to a sea in which she merges and loses herself...
The hills watch through the trees,
As the river ripples through,
Hastening to meet the sea yonder,
Who awaits with welcoming waves.
From rills to gullies it gushes,
Picking up presents on the way,
For the ardent raring sea.
Beautiful poem and picture
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