Goblet of Gold
the sun
is lightening the leaves
a softer green
on a trail
lined with towering trees
you feel small
as you look up
and a little lost
as you look down
for the trail is so long
and weary
and you’re already tired
from your travels
yet faced with the choice
you don’t turn around
or sit down
you choose to go forward
to keep going
to keep moving
taking steps
all the small ones add up
as you look around
the mud turns meadow
the rough terrain
evens out
into a gentle slope
the steep incline
flattens out
into a clearing
you can hear the water
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l
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n
g
and rushing over rocks
spilling over
into pooling ponds
forming fountains
that ripple out
in all direction
you take your cup
and dip it down
into the well
and bring it back up
and pass it
round
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