Can Go Wrong
Melting snows and rains run into the streams.
Gaining volume, speed, descending from the peak.
Bubbling flowing water, carrying such dreams.
Twisting, carving, through mountains with mystique.
Reaching end of bedrock, waters fall into the air.
Crystal clear the journey, but at the end mist rise.
Witness now illusions formed freely without care.
All dreamed and cared for, appear before your eyes.
Provided by its nature is the background for your song.
Watching, listening to a waterfall, nothing can go wrong.
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