Inside the drainage basin Bounding my soul Fluid dynamics Condense
Phases of water Gather in the Mountain towers
Over time Gravity plus precipitation Converts Into snow pack
Come spring That snow pack Braids it's way down the mountain Co-mingling with groundwater Bubbling up in springs Gathering momentum In mountain streams
A constant conversion from Potential to kinematic Energy
Streams make their Way into prairie rivers Meandering along Through riparian pockets Of biodiversity
Reaching a levee Then breaching
Local, national, and international boundaries Are no match
As my soul Finds it's way to base level In the ocean of your love
5 September 2014
All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return. Ecclesiastes 1:7