Happy Poem

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I walk
again amid the sound of hidden birds,
through a gentle, falling fire of autumn leaves,
along a path which leads to spring
water rising from dark loam.
It seeps,
rides a thin rivulet across rock,
down a small waterfall
to a shin-deep pool.

I stoop,
cup my hands and drink
a goodness beyond time.

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