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The forest river is keeper of deepest poetry, whispering sweet notes in cascading water-strings.

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As black heavens keep watch with eyes of starlight, the forest river flows ever onward, her destiny to bless the ocean.

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Into the steady rising light, into the watery warmth of the air, comes the river of the forest, this great and gliding dame.

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The river comes in black-green serenity, gliding among forest roots, calling up to forest boughs.

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The river in our forest flows in earnest beauty, speaking of life in words only heard by the souls of water spirits.

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The river, in her generous curves, shines blue amid the leafy green. She brings the sound of gay water to the percussion of the tree canopy. And in this way she invites the soul to dance even when we sit absolutely still. For she is part of our community, she is mother and sister too, the daughter of our nation, she whom brings eternal grace.

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The story of generations, the spirit or our people, is kept safe by our sister, the great and mighty forest river.

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White water, white sky, fog upon the water-strings, cloud kissing blue heavens - the forest river has called us to here to hear and to feel the nurture of the good mother.

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To see the river in the forest is to admire the dappled light, to fall in love with the water-strings that play upon her skin.