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The cadence of the waters
The mighty rivers roar,
the smaller ones not so,
the brooks that babble on and on,
gently in their flow.
The lakes, their waters make a sound,
lapping faintly on the shore.
The oceans waters come to the beach,
in a rolling form, and push the foam
up the sands, with the ebbs and flows.
And then there are the bays,
who's depths, they rise and fall,
with the changing tides, tapping on the pier.
In all the waters movement's,
the rhythms can be found,
the cadence of the waters,
a symphony of sounds.
the smaller ones not so,
the brooks that babble on and on,
gently in their flow.
The lakes, their waters make a sound,
lapping faintly on the shore.
The oceans waters come to the beach,
in a rolling form, and push the foam
up the sands, with the ebbs and flows.
And then there are the bays,
who's depths, they rise and fall,
with the changing tides, tapping on the pier.
In all the waters movement's,
the rhythms can be found,
the cadence of the waters,
a symphony of sounds.
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The cadence of the waters
The cadence of the waters
