These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These Trails
These trails run the coastline
Don't trace the valley
This river flows but downstream
From where the source lies
I can't find the beginning
Here a spring its floor a donor
Of sifted waters ever seeping
Brimming through drought
Never drying with sun
Spring is ever becoming