It seeps beneath the rocks,
Never quiet, never loud
Never too much, never too little,
Always steady.
Expanding, condensing, rolling, and sleeping.
Merging here and there
Passing by
Observing everything we do.
Cuddling at times, pounding at others.
Rippling, hugging, living, and breathing.
Marching in peace, not bothering a soul,
but the soul that watches.
Sit back and take a look at the path we walk
As the trail besides us begins to erode
Building its power,
While swallowing, gulping, digesting the world and beyond.
As the canyons look down
Waving a constant tone,
Collecting and learning, teaching and growing
Never stopping, always running.
Until one day it hits the sea,
And in the end you wonder
Where am I supposed to be? |
