I sit slowly now,

Appearing somewhat calm

The raging torrents have given way

To babbling brooks with still banks

Worn smooth by time, talking low

Calm water caressing gently those who dare

If you look closely, gaze deeply

You will see the scars of violence

There among the dark rocky pools

Quiet, yet with a dark menace still

Time was not kind forging this shady place

Deep roots whisper of struggles all around

Here battles were won more than once

So we can slip away in tranquillity's embrace