San Juan, PR
In a jagged cut between two mountains,
the rains wash the landscape clean.
A fresh mountain stream, collects it's clear pure waters
The flow grows with every inch of it's journey,
winding through the maze of rigid earth and rock
Becoming awesome and strong, bringing life, it refreshes
It pours it's power and beauty on everything it touches,
on anything in sight.
There is no way to deny it's alluring draw
A little of everything it encounters become a part of it,
to create montage of all past experiences
drowned in this beauty and power,
that has grown since it's beginning
The clear cool waters empties into the sea,
bringing with it all it has seen, all that it is
From this, a cloud forms and blows against the mountains
As the rain falls, it washes the mountainside again,
to become the stream. Our love.
[This message has been edited by Enrique (edited 07-05-99).]