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
