A poem that I wrote seems to have more significance now
The Waters
Soft, gentle rain gathering into murky pools
Now flowing together as a happy brook
Laughing, jumping as it trickles down
Giving life to all it touches.
Brook meets brook, together one inseparable
They press forward moving rock and all
Crashing over, plummeting down they fall
Creative, destructive, unbridled passion.
All they touch, forever changed
Valley to canyon, canyon to gorge
Manic toward home, oblivious oblivion
Alpha and omega, Mother of all.
The current rises to the Sun
Peaceful mist, rising, joining
Forming fog, then clouds, carried high
Then rain again, and their eternal round.
