There is one place where we can go.
Where it seems as if time never tore us apart.
Where erosion carved out a place for us to survive.
Where the mountain and the valley still hold commonality.
Where they still work together to create a beautiful scene.
Where the mountain's sharp edges become smooth.
Where the plummeting valley finds rest and rejuvenation.
Where the cliff's water falls and plunge pool fills inviting love back together again.
~ the poet Z
