Silver Creek
Running wild, Silver Creek is more valuable than gold
It flows into the heart of the river as it flows through mine
A late summer mountain rain is the canvas for a rainbow
Reflecting off the catch at the end of my line
Carry me away to these waters, a new story
Show me the love created as wildflowers intertwine
Reveal to me once again the secret of blissful therapy
Guide my spirit through the evergreens above the treeline
Let me remain beside your musical, calming water
Until the day I abide forever with creation's Author!
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