A mountain stream to me o world
is like the future yet unfurled.
Its dark deep pools of sad dismay,
Its sparkling rapids dance and play.
Its green rimmed banks shine through a mist
of rainbow colors sunshine kissed.
Its stones unturned, its falls from high
beneath an ever changing sky.
Leaves me with this one thought supreme.
The future's like a mountain stream
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