I saw time disappear,
with the merging of gravity, water and shale.
Over the edge,
the great serpent dangled its tail.
The great pounding of the tail,
sent wet dust into the air.
The lady of this green forest,
catching it in her hair.
Chaos bubbles like a cauldron,
in the bottom of this old wound.
Echoing through the valley,
is this thunderous tune.
Life gathers here,
the energy feeds the forest’s might.
The sun sparkles on the water,
just as the moon does at night.
© Deon Heemskerk 17-12-2012