Watching your water flow
the clock backwards
I can see purity in your soil
and eternity in your rocky face.

I can't help but stare
face to face with you,
but I am ashamed
of my own humanity.

Tearing you part,
splitting you open
to drink from your heart,
I see tears in your eyes.

I ache to feel you
the rock dirt plant stream
of your soul,
of my soul.

I walk where many tread
but few see you, I think.
See your heaving lungs,
and unwavering eyes.

You give and you take
unselfish and infinite
reclaiming only to replenish
ending only to begin.

There is magic in you.
You sing it to me
and whisper it through the wind.
Do you know I'm listening?