Rune cracked, land locked, granite round.
Echoes wood sleeve lichen strewn.
Shallow furrowed, mossy ploughed.
Both of natures silence hewn.
Silent though the earths sap stands.
Sky light warms its lonely heart.
Across the bubbling, shadowed lands.
Collage the stream with soft stained art.
Downward plunging, sounding in silence.
Runs a force from hill and mountain.
Cutting one with refreshing violence.
Feeding the others unseen fountain.
