from field to fold

[fledgist]

 

millennia of storms create a path
from gentle curve between forested hills
down to the cliff face where the water spills

the gully is the storm's true aftermath
determined flouter of mere human wills
millennia of storms create a path

we're never there when nature in her wrath
the little mice and tiny lizards kills
on rocks and trees that are her grinding mills
millennia of storms create a path