The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,

The flowers and plants on the rocks,
That always stands on blocks,

The birds on the shower,
That sings for hours,
They never be tired,
Because the love of the shower,

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