Time Too Short

The blackened streams converging,

Methodically line by line.

Such power in its beauty.

The etched pulp plains now eroded to carry the waves in synchronicity to unfold memories paintings.

A comprehensive look into the vault;

Contrast of shadows bring life to the light on the steel walls.

As the rains from above fall in rumination,

The plains flood the streams leaving behind a silent bog forgotten in sorrow.