I don't know how I fell into this
The air is ever so clear
There's too much time
This smiling heart does not tire
Does not vere
A course eroded by perfect imperfections
Our presence painted on this land
Our world is an ocean fed by rivers and rain
Our thirst, one and the same
Gaining ground on the mountains
Passing the marks of time
Every few years a change of climate etched in the rock as we go by
The elements take their toll and reveal natures way
Since the clear beginning
I've never seen anything so beautifully scarred today
C. Alves
