As I sit on my own by a glistening stream
I look at the water and start to dream
I gaze in it's depth and I want to know
What treasures there are in the water below
Pennies that were thrown to see where they'd
go
A small yellow mitten that fell off in the
snow
A ring that was lost on a hot summer day
It slipped off of a finger and drifted away
Now the wind is cool and I fear I must leave
But my mind is so grateful for this small
reprieve
My cheeks are rosy and my eyes they now
gleam
All because I took time to sit by this
stream
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