the meandering Yalung

The river meanders from high mountain dales down into these verdant and soft-rolling vales. Its banks they are lined with all manner of plant as it back and forth now does happen to cant; its ripples are gentle its flow brings the soil to grow us our bounty and lessen our toil. As soon as a seed is sunk into the earth a strong striving seedling springs suddenly forth and quickly does grow into a healthy stalk within which we stroll run meander and walk. For along the Yalung are paths and roadways upon which a person can wander for days or weeks months and years long without ever leaving unless one should suffer from lack of good breathing. Its liquids are pure clean and nutrient-rich they are home to insects toads and many fish they are safe for drinking so fill up a glass and drink it all down with much relish – not fast. The snow-melt that feeds it makes it mighty cold as it winds its way all throughout this here vold and when it then flows out to lands not our own it is just as clean as the day it was born. So help us protect this holy water source; help us make it better not dirty or worse by using such products as don't pollute it by composting food-waste and cleaning up shit. Together we'll pass to the children still small a land that does blossom from Springtime to Fall while teaching them stewardship of all they've got and improving this our dear and common lot.

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