Even Water follows a path
Slowly or quickly it does not matter
From skies where only large birds fly
Always downward to Mother Earth
In to Mother Earth
Attracted to her deepest of parts
Cutting and carving down
Creating very dark cathedrals
Dripping like a drum beat into pools
Into rivers then into the oceans
Where its journey touches itself again
And the circle begins again
This is my journey.
— Nate Long “Owl”