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Meandering along through the valley
Down among shrubs and trees.
The life beneath you jumps about
And proclaims to all its life is free.
More often than not you are blue or green
And when angered a colour change is seen

Rain aggravates you and you swell
To bring destruction and sorrow,
Though on you we build dams and weirs,
Our effort’s fruits could be gone tomorrow.
We are wiped out, but we build again
For always there will be industrious men.

Your virtues are much to behold
And even though your process is slow,
You eventually unwrinkle the bed,
Deepen the furrow and quieten the flow.
For fishing and hunting we use,
But for the future do we pay our dues?

We worry when times are bad, but not you
Even though you are older than old.
We travel upon you just for dares,
Riding canoes where one must be bold.
But trekking along your rocky furrow
We respect the strength that cut this burrow.