The undaunted

Crystal.
The stream gushes
through the fine
thick line
of granite.

Cathedral.
The proud standing
tightly, defying
the rapid,
the gentle
and the soft.

Clear.
It is moaning:
the lucid union
of the calm gushing
against the solid worn.

Casket.
It is a raging music
of fury.
And the creek persists to play
an undaunted passion
with serenity.