Like Fingers It Parts

 So lightly tinted
is water
that falls
down mountain

view highlands
to rivers dark call
crashing through gullies
pounding away

the land
once before  it
now
channels of prey

surface of stone
changed
day after day
from not gentle

persuasion
but surging
hard waves
with snow

that has melted
to join
in the flow of
 water falls

humming
to band them
below
like applause 

of so many
the sound
rambles on
through canyons 

by valleys
in depth
of  the long
 distances travelled

journeys first start
to the ends
of it's reaches
now like

fingers it parts
to quietly linger
lazily move on

in  this
 peaceful existence
to mine
softly it soothes