Dribbling over the great ranges, insignificant
In comparison, taking a lesson or two.
Gaining speed and momentum from the want.

Guidance and inspiration cascade, down
From those intangible muses,
As high as the mountains, they should be wearing the crown.
It's not the case; not their place.
Everyone but us lose; we have all to gain.

The fellow have their tribute,
Straining for a debut,
Increasing the intensity;
This will not pass quietly.

A few sips taken by a feathered entity;
Its eye and colour displaying unusual clarity.
Propelling its wings and voice into the tall wood,
The life straining and blossoming as it never could.

The life-giver shining into another, inspiring
A staggering fantasia of beauty.
If anyone should come enquiring,
Gazing into the pulse, it's themselves they'll see.

Frothing and pounding against the bank,
Created by those men whose spirit has sank,
Controlling a source so old,
Something that will never be sold.

Coursing through the process created,
A passion never to be sated.
To them: Contained without a doubt.
To us: Impossible to live without.

Eventually, joining the mass of contemporary,
A force never to be taken lightly.
Together, we have many a bow to break.
There will never be an end; never a wake.

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