Exceptional Part of God's beauty. River run by Willie P. Smith

On the riverbank Where wild flowers grow, The river runs deep And the waters run slow.   Flowers of all colors Grow wild and free, It's hard to describe  The beauty I see.   The grass is green Along the river run, The water is warmed By the heat of the sun.   As the water ripples It's a sight to see, When fresh waters meet Salt waters of the sea.   This was a dream And it felt so good, I'd sure go there If I could.   Willie P. 11/30/23     Recognized Author Notes We would like for some dreams to come true.

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