What some brand corruption

Others praise as evolution

Like the hands of wind and water

molding the Earth

beneath the pale light

of rainbows

The wind will make mountains

that man will seek to climb

The water will stretch

the once-stolid lips of limestone

And oh, how those rocks will sing

I have heard the monochrome melody

Rushing through stalactite teeth

Combing though the sand

And I note the change it brings

At times it's evolution

A pained, progressive change

Yet there are days the shifts cut

far

too

deep

the rock

crumbles

the sands sting my eyes

And I have no name for these changes

other than

wa R p ED