The blue-green waters
tickle
between the ever-growing rift between the
overlooking cliff sides.
The walkways built above this sparkling stream
are now empty of people
after the rejuvenating rain gifted from the sky.

The tree engulf the rift in a sea
of green.
Their strong branched reach into the sky,
decorating it.
This is their ever-growing thanks to the sky.

The stream also shows its own thanks
by widening for the glimmering fish
that make their homes in its waters.
In turn, thee fish thank the sky
when life leaves their bodies and then
decay to feed the ever-growing trees.

Neither side of the rift thanks the sky
though.
Instead, they try to take over its territory,
but the cliffs can’t grow fast enough to overcome the bright blue above.
In their arrogance,
they try to crush the trees, the stream, and the fish
who all thank their greatest enemy.
To these cliffs,
everything is an enemy.

The sky is the one who smooths their edges,
the trees are the ones who cover their beauty,
the stream weakens their foundations,
and the fish feed those poisonous trees.

Despite their anger,
the rift can’t manage to close.
Nothing will allow it to,
so each side sits.
Boiling and fuming to no end,
even in this serine, breathtaking place.