Time is a patient, tireless sculptor.
Wind, rain and temperature extremes
slowly crafting Nature's landscape:
moving mountains to the sea.
Where an icicle is crying
kissed by Springtime's warming breeze,
there, a stream of tears is falling
on their journey to the seas.
Swaying fern fronds reach to gather
every droplet falling free.
Running to their hearts they trickle
washing the mossy feet of trees.
Where they meet and flood together,
there, the birthing of mountain stream.
Cascading torrents, remorseless forces
moving mountains to the sea.
Every glacier bears its burden.
Every deluge washes free
rocks and boulders, sand and gravel:
every mountain meets the sea.
Through the infinity of ages
all the mountains that we see,
where a string of tears is falling
mountains are moving to the sea.
5 comments:
Lovely photos and heartfelt poem
When you're flat on your back after slipping in the deluge on a mountain trck, one cannot but begin to ponder the the effect of rain on the landscape!
Lovely poem and great photos. I hope to make it down that way sometime soon.
Oh darn... I am so jealous that you can write like that. Beautiful words for beautiful pictures.
Lovely Jim. Glad to drop by. Have missed you! :-)
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