Is it me following the stream,
Or did the stream come to me?

Me and my friends see it go by each day,
And yet stay still.
A both/and stream.

Sometimes full of water, spilling onto our trunks,
But always providing nourishment,
Spilling hidden water reaching the deepest roots.

I will stand and follow.
Becoming a both/and tree.



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