Here,
where the sky strokes the curves
of the mountains,
the earth opens her holy lips
and offers up a creek, laughing.
Here,
gathered up by gravity,
the spring’s release tumbles together.
The trickling creek becomes a giggle
and a full-on river of a belly laugh as it falls off over the ridge.
Here,
clouds and columbines bear witness to this joyful offering,
released with no strings attached.
Here,
where the sky strokes the curves of the mountains,
the sound of
the creek’s laughter begins.
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