Water cascades down a rocky mountainside.
Midday
A Steep Incline Full With Pebbles and Boulders
Ten Seconds
Spirited
Energetic
. . .
Mountain Streams
The rush of water
My high to low
Your fast and flowing fresh
Ice cold our touch of flow to rock
Toward the earth that spreads as silt and soft below
In time you shape my rough to smooth
With day upon the night and day once more we make the world anew