The creek
A cold knife
Cutting down the mountainside
Drowning me in sorrow yet hope
Never-ending green glaciers
Rolling over the land
Contrasting with the rocks
Merging in controlled chaos
Mist rising
Dancing in the wind
Free 
Like an eagle
Curving valleys
Swimming in-between it all
And me
Standing small in this obscure world
Let my roars of fear
Echo off the mysterious mountains
And I cry