A stream starts small, a tiny thread,
To reach the sea, it's onward led.
No path is sure, the way it takes,
Across the land, the journey makes.
It whispers soft, or rushes strong,
It won't be stopped, it goes along.
A rock appears, it finds a way,
To flow around, or flood and sway.
Through dry lands bare, or rivers deep,
Where fishes swim, and secrets sleep.
For frogs and bugs, a happy place,
The stream provides, with gentle grace.
At last, the sea! So big and wide,
Where stream and ocean now collide.
A bigger world, a brand new start,
Still part of nature, in its watery heart.
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