Fallen on the waypath many people tread
In the grand scheme of things what is your place
Do you contribute to the great cosmic dance
Once part of huge rock stone or mountain
Changed by years years of grind
Makes me wonder that are you a measure of
Wrinkles on the fame of godfather time
Many a small girl's play thing
You tell us the age of a river by your texture
At the end of your life long as that is
I know you as your final Avatar soil to bear food
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