Trickling icy runoff
Runs crisp and clear
From mountains high
In summer's heat
It once was left unfound
But I discovered its being
Though always there...
A truly treasured moment
The world spins on
We are sperated
Though gone from sight
Is it still there?
What then are lives
That come and go on
Like flowing rivlets
Racing through time
The transition of being
From the vast unknown
Acquainted for a while
Gone, but yet still there