This is freedom

Water.
White, foaming,
Terrifying, tumbling
Over hardest rock,
Breaking upon ancient stone altars.

Die to live

River.
Icy, clear,
Secretly slipping
Along crooked paths,
Gurgling around hardest hearts.

Live to move

Stone.
Granite, hard,
Quietly cracking
Beneath the living stream,
Changed by washing water

Moved to freedom