The Creek
Water flows through streams and valleys
Rushing to find their resting place
Forver the sun eclipses
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Until it’s end
Isn’t that what life should be
A continous motion until our time is done
The stars shine bright
To lead us out of the dark
Light relingushes fear
But what is there to be scared of
Just like water we flow
Rushing to find our resting place
Into the creek where our end is
where all purpose is found.