Creek

The oxymoronic nature of her
loudness of water rushing over the rocks,
carrying the obstacles from before and
carving its way through the granite

Deafening sounds of green swaying
in the breeze, moving around obstructions
Gravity creating its own pathways
bubbles forming in the right spot

Yellow beaming, draining the pools,
different foliages aim to soak it all
weeds growing next to lush uncontrolled ferns,
differences unknown; yet same goal

Varying creatures playing their part,
nearly invisible darts in the sky,
short contributions for generations
Even the ugly stands, the dead rooted, till its last breath
tall & short upright for its own purpose

As they enclose the orchestra of transparency
Quiet till the drop, giving life to it all it passes
watch as it goes fuelling the field of differences