Tiny crystals of radiant rainbows

tinkle off over hanging rocks

exploding into a million tiny

particles of brilliant light.

A line a trickle of pure of pure silver worms

it's delicate way in-between rocks and stones

it mixes with another sense

and it grows even larger.

It cascades down deadly highs

smashing anything in it's path

carrying sands and stones far and wide

to distant places far from their origin.

Swerving in and out of a green and

yellow patchwork quilt turning and twisting

spiralling along trying to take the shortest

route but never succeeding always

following the path other people make.

Overflowing into the world brimming full of

itself it's destructive powers unleashed

destroying lives

crushing everything.

But its energy is spent and it

quietly travels onwards

a great blue landscape spreads out before it.

by Paul Richards