As the sun sets behind the green backs of the ‘dacks,
I wander over a bed of wet amber leaves and approach rock.
Water fills in over every crack of diluted red rock beneath my feet.
Then I hear wind rattle through everything,
a promise of something.
The small stream and pond are full, happy.
Water oozing out over their sides, onto the trails
for my feet to splash in while my eyes get lost in.
The wind rushes in now with force
I feel a message prickling at my ears
a message not of words but feeling.
Its time to head back,
more water is promised.