I hear a babbling brook as it ambles through the meadow.

Spewing forth it sloshes and drops as words upon the rocks and shore.

Declaring what a great river it is yet,  Still you are a babbling brook.

It is true that one day you will travel far enough to eventually mingle with a great river.

But in the end you will disappear into a great Ocean and become so absorbed by it,

That you will only be a part of something much bigger than the babbling brook.

Spew on little one while you can.

~ by spiritualhypster on 06/14/2015.

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