Its clear waters trickling wherever they please,
Making full use of each hollow they find,
As down to the nearest big river they wind.
The sand underneath them can clearly be seen,
As often there's just a few inches between
The bottom and top of the the waters which flow
Over the earth and the pebbles below.
No fish swim around in the waters despite
The fact that the stream often has enough height
For them to be there, but in truth they are not,
For this is a stream which has usually got
No permanent life; though in winter it grows
In summer it generally no longer flows.
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