The mountain stream jumps over rocks,
Its waters pure and cold,
It carries leaves and acorns small,
As silver fish swim bold.
The banks are lined with moss so green,
Where ferns grow in the shade,
A mountain stream that never dries,
Has carved its own ravine.
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