Like a lonely river bed waiting for the spring to come, hoping that she will be filled up to provide decent joys to lovely critters. Pure and rejuvenating spring water trickle down the uneven pebbles and stones creating a new trail of the future stream of life. All fills to the utmost capacity with generous of new life being created by the moving stream circling the upcoming bank.
All in all the lonely riverbed sheepishly awaits each spring time to be filled. As the summer comes and drought arrives only hope can keep the bed side satisfied with unexplainable joy it must wait till the next fall of spring river. In the mean time the lonely river bed only dwells on the good times it has had and impact that it had once made.
Lovely river bed which, created a new path each and every spring to give its purpose to those in need. Lovely, lovely, lovely riverbed how do you keep?
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