On the bank of a stream, I speak to the water and the image it holds, express my respect for the beauty before me. I watch as it shifts with a light touch of my hand, while the trees overhead stand still, just as my emotions respond to events that mean little to others. I see myself observing, see that same shift in my own image, and know that I cannot separate myself from the effects my actions have upon nature.
trees stand motionless
ripples pass across a stream
dancing tree branches
leaves floating on farthest bank
bob on the waves as they sink