The tears of the morning cloud and the sweat deep from the heart of the mountain
Come together one morning
Giving birth to a silvery liquid snake that strolls the stream,
Carrying with it leaf after leaf, against their will.
Each hug and sparkly impact keeps the rocks cool and calm,
Waiting for the next to come.
Then rushing down the valley,
Forcefully tumbling and shaping the rocks
No matter what their size.
The Rush rolls and roars its invitation for others to join the run before reaching
The end of the journey in the Land of Peace,
In the Motherland of Ocean.
-by Abdul Wardak