Water…..

As the cold water reached up my legs,
Slowly calming every nerve, every muscle,
Barely making their presence felt,
The sweet music that the water made,
In sync with the numerous stones,
That lay in its bed,
Perfected to the shape, the size they were then,
The water doesn’t stop,
Mountains turn to stones,
Stones to dust,
Who are we to question?
Why does one need so many answers?
I wondered my legs still in that cold water,
It really doesn’t matter,
As long as we are still moving,
The water had whispered in my ears,
They’ll soon turn to dust……..