Watercycle Water                                                                                                                                                   rushing                         down                                     the mountain f   l   o   w   s past the thousand beautiful places where it might stay           but on and on it goes splashing over the smoothe bare rocks their subtle colors shining in the sun past the grapevine tangle, the maple leaves, the rotten logs and green-gold moss. seeping through the crevices where the crawdad hides down and over        the               water                             fall        to linger in a pool. Always going with the flow                                    Always giving up what has come before for what is NOW From where it comes, there it shall return and everthing is cool.