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Beyond the Boundary--
             
          She screams

like the ocean of her infancy
journeying downward from the mountain
beneath limbs of spruce, pine,
and evergreens with new growth of olive green.

The sun filters through as if to sneak a peek,
trying to catch a glimpse of her progression
across brown smooth rocks
that stagger as steps to a flowing passage.

And when she toddles and falls,
she pours like ale from a broken pitcher
across cracks, nooks and crannies,
still seeking the path once more.
It is there she mends within herself
as she crosses over, under, above,
downward and onward.

Above her birds sing,
only to be drowned by her voice
that some describe as babbling.

Nearby I sit
in my rocking chair charmed
by her consistency to change,
but yet hold steadfast to integrity,
and without her knowledge,

she brings inner peace
with such clarity
by her beauty and symphonic sound.