There are stones, heavy with wear, wet and intemperate.
I feel the path water has passed, all knowing and relentless.
A gentle trickle tempers little, over time renders all.
When a brook becomes sea, mountains diminish and clouds fall.
This is how, where, when and now evermore.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved
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