The River

Life is slow in these lonely mountains, silence echoes the passing of time. An infant brook sings soothing music, to sleeping children left in its care. Old men plow their lonely fields, mumbling prayerful pleas at capricious gods. Their wives tend to the fires of home, they scour steep banks to gather broken wood. Young men leave on that lonely journey, and follow the stream down to the plains. The lazy river tells them stories of life on their mountains far away.