It lays dormant
Mute
Hidden beneath granite, earth and stone.
Invisible
It is secretive and scalding
But Father Time erodes the passages in secret.
He is always exacting and precise
Engraving paths that rise ever upward
Eventually hot waters break the surface
Little hot heavy tears trembling over lids
(Water always finds a way)
A sudden eruption bursts from below
It shoots out with a ferocity and rage that was hidden for Millenia
AT LAST!!!! It screams
It douses everything
The valves wailing and screaming
There is nothing to be done about it.
It has been freed, it shall never return to its dark and heavy prison
It will flow naturally and gently
Unhidden
Unburdened
Bubbling babbling brooks and streams, joyfully merrily flowing
Free to exist and move where they wish
Restoring those who drink from it
Because freedom for oneself is sustenance for all.
Little Wren 