Rain falls
causing all in its wake
to slumber.
And as they close their eyes
Mountains fall into hills.
Sleeping, dreaming.
And as they dream,
They cry.
A river
Sprouts from higher ground
And it, too, falls
As all things do.
Apart, away, across, always
Down slopes
That were once cliffs.
Cutting corners.
Taking the edge off.
Leaving behind a hill
That was once a mountain.
A monument now
To a life
worn smooth
by tears, and time,
and falling