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The cool, bright water swirls;
Dances in its blues and greens,
White and gold.
Dances over, about and around
The opulent, abundant rocks
That spark and glint
Of silver and blue.
The Sun plays a merry, merry tune
As His fingers of light
Delicately fleck the tips of
The water's surface,
As the delighted sound of pipes
Responds from the wood's deep.
Beneath the swirls of blues and greens,
Her laugher drifts and floats
To play and revel with the Sun's
Freckled, dappling rays.
 And She dances;
As Her garments sway and whirl
In blues and greens,
Her hair of white and gold.
She fills the air with Her
Joy and laughter,
As the sound of pipes draws ever nearer.
In the crisp, golden, afternoon Sun
She awaits Him –
That dancing sprite, the Lady of the River –
For the Hunter, the Lord of the Wood.
For it is within Their Love
That all Life whirls and swirls
In Earth's eternal cycles –
That all Life is ever renewed.
© 2006 Donna Lyon Rhose
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