Cascading down
One revealing
One creating
Terraces of minerals
One from Earth
One from Sky
One from Earth
One from Sky
sun, rain, wind
the seasons
And I?
I spread my branches
all grace and reverence
basking in magnificence
Until I looked through a lens
Clicked the shutter
And took the latent image home
To explore the possibilities
When rock flowed as liquid
And the only solid lands
Were granite rafts
Floating on a molten orb
Tenacious flora on the floor
Perpetual winds in the sky
Until rare torrents fall
Tumbling down the mountainsides
Muddy brown and rocky
Forms and lines
With seeming guile
Lead my eye
On paths unknown
I assure
Their voices
Are heard
I speak for them
When they cannot
Speak for themselves
Water comes from Earth
Builds the land
Deposits micro canyons