Gushing forwards,
only to slide and slip past,
Rolling over and over like mountains,
Sometimes she was so calm and peaceful,
Seconds later so angry and harsh,
As if trying to move the tired monuments that stood there,
Making her look weak,
and her efforts futile,
Yet not so far away she slides easily up,
The ashes and remains of what were tough and solid boulders.

-JJ
22/12/23