The brook leaps sparkling from the heights
shining under spring-blue skies
wisped with high white streaks of cloud
cavorting through aspen, pine and meadow
filled with song and the dance of dragonflies
bearing winter snow from rocky peaks
thrust starkly white toward the heavens
The river rushes sparkling in its course
glowing under summer-blue skies
painted with dark gray puffs of thunder
turning through forests and earth-brown fields
tilled and planted with apples and wheat
carrying rain from the brinks of granite bluffs
worn to mere jutting rounded prominences
The ocean tumbles sparkling on the shore
glimmering under autumn-blue skies
draped in pale sere curtains of rain
heaving though the great expanse
made colorful by fish and bird and mystery
embracing sky-dropped depths from every mount
carved to rugged muscled shoulders of the earth
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