Layers of Rock and Water
To the layers of rock and water,
I say,
“Hello, what are you doing here,
layers of rock and water?”
They are so breath-taking,
water overflowing from one layer
of rock to the layer below,
to the layer below,
and to all the other layers below,
to the miniature lake
rich in ripples, splashes and foam
with a large growth of bushes
and tiny, tiny trees with long flowing
leafy hair, all in a group of their own
in a city without cares and second looks
from people who are drowned in lies
and tricky gossip.
I am willing to live like the layers
of rock and water. The water is as water
in a mini heaven should be.