Is, Was And Always Will Be

"The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears to hear it. - Thoreau

rivers vacillate

mountains endure determined

winds banter them both

Author's Note

"Talk of mysteries - Think of our life in nature, - daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, - rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! the solid earth! the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? where are we?" - Thoreau