The river runs uphill
It doesn't adhere to gravity
It pushes up carving out it's path
Following the road way for witnesses
Down in the valley
families of skeptics watch it rise
Unbelieving, shocked
Young theories blossom
The summer outruns autumn
Like some new kid on the field
Deciduous trees still bear green leaves
The strange river continues to flow where it shouldn't
Explanations give little comfort
make little sense
And seem to follow the river uphill
yet some believe
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