As the Sun shines, the Ice melts

 

At the Summit, a water trickle gathers

 

Forging a Flow, it joins the Stream.

 

 

 

The Rocks Bare the Flow

 

Small but sure Force since Time Immemorial

 

Carves and Moulds the Rocks.

 

 

 

The Rocks so Fixed, so Rigid

 

Sees themselves Eroded, Forged, sometimes Displaced

 

By the glistening, fluid, dynamic flow of water.

 

 

 

The Words exchanged between the Rock and Water,

 

Occurring with Perfect Constancy,

 

A Steady Relationship of Compromise.

 

 

 

What Carved the Rocks of our Mind?

 

How did our Rock discuss with our Flow?

 

Can a New Flow, find its Place on our Rocks?