From the unknown deep,
Where monsters and beauty conduct a dark theater,
She rose and took to the skies
Majestic as a dragon.
Ever the old man, he sat,
Practicing the art of not doing.
Listening to the crows.
Then, in the distance…
An approaching storm lights the horizon
And crickets recalculate.
Flash, chirp, chirp, boom.
Flash, chirp, boom.
And just like that, she kissed him
And everything came alive!
And so it was that the Rain and the Mountain embraced
At the intersection of Earth and Heaven.
And the Mountain loved the Rain.
And the Rain loved the Mountain.
And everything grew better.
A hidden park now held the waters
And she soaked in the surrounding granite;
Reflecting the Sun, the Moon,
The Sun, the Moon,
The Sun, the Moon.
The Mountain enjoyed the permanence
But winds blew
And so the Rain knew.
“Time to go,” She whispered.
He sat and smiled.
“Time to go,” She whispered again.
He sat and smiled less.
“Time to go…”
Her whisper receding into the sound of a gentle shower.
A rusting exfoliation
Down the hill,
To the stream,
To the river,
To the sea.