Water breaks on rocks,
Unyielding in their stand
Yet the flow is patient
Constant in an assault
Not planned but predestined.
With time stones become complacent
Feeling safe, they slumber
Eroded too slow to notice.
Settings change around this battle
Old forests take witness
To events not understood.
Withered before learning
The river is naught but a quarry
Molding the rocks to it's bidding.
To what end, cannot be seen
Will the stones break
Before the water dries?