I am the river atop the mountain,
I am the boulders down below.
I am the jagged cliffs above,
I am the fine grains of snow.
I bend along the mountain
those rocks steer my course.
Rushing white river rapids
blaze the trails from thy source.
The mountain face,
sculpted by river sands.
Waves smooth sharp edges,
creator of lakes and land.
Persistence through ashlar and slate,
water rushes down the banks.
Long withheld at the stone gate,
bursting floods make their escape.
From afar, beauty to be bestowed.
Chaotic in all it's necessity.
I am that which must be controlled.
I am the will of adversity.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
I am the river atop the mountain,
I am the boulders down below.
I am the jagged cliffs above,
I am the fine grains of snow.
I bend along the mountain
those rocks steer my course.
Rushing white river rapids
blaze the trails from thy source.
The mountain face,
sculpted by river sands.
Waves smooth sharp edges,
creator of lakes and land.
Persistence through ashlar and slate,
water rushes down the banks.
Long withheld at the stone gate,
bursting floods make their escape.
From afar, beauty to be bestowed.
Chaotic in all it's necessity.
I am that which must be controlled.
I am the will of adversity.