The River ran, happy and free,
Didn’t know where the sea might be.
A big, strong rock she met in her way,
The river liked it and wanted to stay.
She splashed and swirled, hugged it tight,
But flowing on was her only fight.
If she stays too long, the rock would drown,
So with a sigh, she let go and turned around.
Flowed on by, but never forgot,
The special rock in the sunny spot.
She left a whisper, soft and low,
I’ll love you, rock, wherever I go.
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