Panta rhei


The flower has turned to pod
the warmth of the sun belies the bite in the breeze
everything flows.

Big Rock


Sit on the big rock
in the sunshine by the river.
Let the water wash your worries away.
Let the birds sing the song in your heart.

Rock

Once you were liquid, formed by waves of time.
Now you are solid, holding your place in the granite state.

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