{
  "Proud dada": "Where parched earth cracks and silence holds its sway,\nA whisper stirs, a hidden spring gives way.\nA well of life, it bubbles soft and slow,\nUnfurling into streams that onward flow.\n\nNo muddy flood, but crystal in its course,\nIt veins the land, a vibrant, vital source.\nEmerald banks cradle its gentle song,\nWhere willows lean and wildflowers dance along.\n\nThrough barren fields it carves a verdant path,\nAwakening seeds to break their dusty math.\nSun-dappled leaves unfurl on thirsty stems,\nAnd barren boughs stretch out to jeweled gems.\n\nThe desert blooms, a tapestry of green,\nWhere life once slept, a vibrant dance is seen.\nHummingbirds sip, butterflies take flight,\nAnd ancient stones reflect the sun's warm light.\n\nThe river whispers secrets old and new,\nOf ancient roots and skies forever blue.\nIt sings of hope, where life has been renewed,\nOf endless grace, in gratitude imbued.\n\nSo let us drink, from these celestial founts,\nWhere wisdom flows and love forever mounts.\nMay we become, like channels clear and pure,\nReflecting light, forever to endure.\n\nFor rivers of living waters have no end,\nTheir boundless course, a love that knows no bend.\nThey flow within, a constant, steady tide,\nA gift of life, where souls may ever hide.\n\nAnd when we thirst, for meaning or for ease,\nLet's seek the spring, let down our souls to breathe.\nFor in the depths, where quiet shadows lie,\nThe rivers wait, to fill us from on high.\n\nSo dive within, where currents ever run,\nAnd let the love, become your beating sun.\nFor you are water, flowing free and bright,\nA living stream, reflecting endless light.\n\n"
}