Of Water, Leaves, and Mountains

Tepid waters bounce and shake
at slightly skipping stones.
Just like nerves beneath our skin,
they shock us to our bones.

Still leaves dance and twist
at gently stirring wind.
Just like senses in our mind,
they give and they rescind.

Quiet mountains grind and ache
at slowly rumbling turns.
Just like feelings in our heart,
they grow until it burns.