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The water spiders skate atop
The gently wandering flow;
I stepped into the current there
To see what it would know.

The cold I felt outside my boots
(Although my socks stayed dry)
Relaxed me to the core of soul
Though I did not know why.

The current and the rocky song
Of bubbling water sounds
Brought leaves and twigs and moss along,
Poured forth out of the ground

And silently I watched it all
Though inwardly I'd sing
And always afterward recall
That journey to the spring.