through the chains of morning fog
pierce those autumn falling rays
flowing waters gently kiss a log
like a lover on fallen hero's face
as scarlet leaves honor the woods
torn with grief and silent sorrow
even the mercurial time still stood
like there would be no tomorrow
stirring scene that touches the soul
of tiny pebbles and enduring rocks
when one hears the church bells toll
for the shepherd lost one from his flock
not one to be beaten back by strife
the mourning brook moves ahead in life...
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