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I came across an empty riverbed
a quiet trickling stream
with pebbles gold and brown
like treasure, buried underneath.

Water rippling round each tiny stone
in subtle rhythm,
nature's flowing undertone.

I felt the quiet in the air
as wind rushed through the trees-
this short melody, composed
to the dribble, drabble of the stream.

Ebbing to and fro

in wandering ways
down the empty riverbed
its beauty made by sunlit rays.