Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Coffee Creek

A lake or a pond is so unmoving, unchanging; once they get sick they need massive human help to get well.

A stream is ever changing, feeding creatures big and small all along its route; and when it gets sick all it has to do is be allowed to clean itself---wash away the troubles, the poisons, the cares that we humans have dropped in it.

In the end the streams wear down the rocks, the dams, the human interferences.

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