Today I walked along a mountain stream
Swollen with snowmelt and yesterday’s rain.
I watched as the water
Pushed its way past and around age old rocks which stood in its way.
How many times, I wondered
Had that drop of water I watched today
Rushed down that very same course
Then back again as rain or snow
Only to find itself doing again what it has done before.
Rushing down the hill
Slaming itself against that rock.
Slowly, but surely
Carving it away.