Green streams flow by
a mossy hued river, effortlessly done.
Past new metropolises
and old villages, uncaring.
All knowing, serene ~ its power unchallenged.
On its banks birds fly
oblivious to the mechanisms
of modern time.
Far off in the distance, ancient peaks arise
like battle scarred warriors
fighting the elements of rain and sand
in a timeless battle for their survival.
Soil stripped in the fray ~ feeding the mossy stream,
a sacrifice to civilization, the river,
and humankind, the powerful stream flows on
creating new opportunities ~ at great sacrifice ~ for progress.
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