ALL THAT GLITTERS (BUT’S NOT GOLD)

All that glitters
is not gold,

like,
for example, one:
the shimmer of the water
on a mountain lake
flowed down steep
from lofty peaks
in melting seasons
after it has snowed–

A pristine place
for life to gather,
its thirst to slake,
and to get deep hunger fed,
as has been done
from times of old. . .

and maybe, after that
it can become
a place where life
can splash around
and have a little fun!

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