The sky is gray
But the water is clear
The sound of water flowing
Of things growing
Where once was desolation
No voices here, no cries, no shouts
Only Water, Nature, Sky and Wind
Singing songs long forgotten by mortal men.
The Wind Howls
The Trees Sway
Destruction rains upon this land
Then all is still
Then all is calm
The leaves stir
And a mind wakes from years of slumber.
The rock is cold
And I am old
No longer on rivers do I travel bold
To seek out new life,
But that’s no fun.
For when all’s found then what’s to be done
With those who made it their life?
…And the Water Flows,
And I think of you.
