Eventually,
all things merge into one
and a river runs through it.
The river was cut by the world's
great flood and runs over rocks
from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are
timeless raindrops.
Under the rocks are the words
and some of the words are theirs.
this is a delight. I really like that dark shadow on the side of the hill there, and the deep greens of the reflected trees. I like the way you have framed it too in the foreground with the shape of the bushes repeating the angle of the slope of the hills behind.
