I wish to acknowledge my sources.
The "ursprung" of the work of art
Brings to mind the source of the Nile,
A field of knee-high grass rippling
In a gentle breeze beneath a clear sky,
Water springs up from the ground
To begin its journey to the sea.
Beyond the hill-crest white turbulent
Clouds rise majestic and threatening,
Carrying moisture borne by the wind
From far away; who knows where
The cycle begins and ends?