Welcoming water

The rocks we climb tell a story.
The waterfalls and sand hold memories, memories of my family, memories that will never leave.
I learn that the waterfalls never come to an end, in the night they glow under the bright light of the moon.
And in the morning, they rise with the luminous sun light and push along the rocks with freedom.
The ferns as green as emeralds hold stories all the birds and all the words.
They never leave.
I feel the cold dirt under my feet dancing on the shore of the river.
As cold as copper.
I watch the water fall and hear the birds call.
This place is sacred.
This is a place where I can connect.
A place I can rest.