The Mountain And The Stream

The Mountain stands tall and strong

Stoic and silent and proud

Cloaked in icy detachment

Not one to express aloud

The Stream like a bubbling cauldron

Meanders and rushes along

In places it weeps in fatigue

In places it gushes in song

The Mountain has no need for assurance

It knows it will always be around

The Stream depends on the melting snow

It's fears and apprehensions abound

The steadfast Mountain cannot understand

The tempermental stream's ebb and flow

The insecure Stream cannot explain

It's existence depends on the Mountain snow