Crystal rivers creep into being,
a transformation that speaks
of pressures intensely pressing
the world of mountain peaks.
I see its glittering beauty,
delicate and so, so small.
I need only to look out and see
to lose myself in the shape of its crawl.
This moment in time passes
as the heat mounts over the mountain tops,
and so great is it that the masses
of crystal rivers melt in water drops.