Song of the mountain stream.
She calls to me.
I follow, of course.
Twisting and turning through the Vortex.
A leaf in a metaphorical river.
She never stops to think of the consequences.
Of what she might be disturbing.
The damage she might cause.
The history she might be eroding away.
She's a force to be reckoned with.
Powerful, strong, slick and cool.
I hear her everywhere I go.
The song of the Universe.
She has but two words to say.
"Hello Sweetie"
