rivers past, rivers new
each one flowing smooth
like the creamy touch of slike
rippling over the countours of a woman's body

mountians big, mountians small
each one rugged pointed peaks
like the course blades of a knife
slicing through the meaty chunks of flesh

grasses green, grasses brown
each blade sure and strong
like the black coated oxen
pulling the cart across the field

each thin of nature binds together
to form a world that to
another's eye shines and glows
to make their life complete