Algae and mist cover the rocks
which lay in the river to drown.
Shaped by time’s ticks and tocks,
the water withers them down
Proudly boulders line the shore
proclaiming their size with gall.
They bask in their hollowed place before
the river takes them all.
Who can resist time’s merciless flow?
The stones of a river, they can’t.
To what place do the rocks go
whose life the river makes scant?
Eroding, the rocks await their fate
resting in their fleeting state.