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A rock is just a rock, isn’t it?
To the mountains the road leads,
From pavement to gravel, finally to Rock Creek.
Lungs breathe in air, crisp and fresh.
Nose and cheeks warmed by the sun’s caress.
At the water’s edge, gray would be the usual find...
But eye perceives Rock Creek offers more than one kind.
Meandering now, hand seeks a jewel
of green hue, then red, orange and even blue.
Hands have been busy, all pockets full.
Eye reluctantly turns to take in a deep pool.
A flash of color! A whirl, a swirl!
Salmon awakened from a shadowy world.
Eyes must be quick for they dart, then are gone.
Do they ever notice the colors lying beneath them so long?
What an awesome landscape that lies all around,
From the tiniest flower to the giant trees that abound.
But something calls for eye to search,
one last time, one last jewel--one last find!
It’s a grand design to behold,
And gives pause to wonder Who made it all so?
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