Conflict is inevitable
The Sea sends its navy
To war against the Land
The Fog lays an ambush
Against the Bluer Skies
The Mud launches a ground assault
Against Your Soggy Boots
Warring factions lie in wait
Around every bend
At the end of this trail
Named for a creek
Whose Latin tributaries can be traced
Through blood red thickets
Back to the god of war
Whose thirst for conflict
Is only surpassed
By the mutiny of his forces
Aligning with Dappled Light
and Babbling Creek
And Chirping Birds
and Buzzing Bees
And the Unhurried Lover
In Your Arms
Conspiring
To bring
Peace
-Matt Beard