A Stone Along a River

With the warming spring
comes changes rarely seen.
Ice glaciers melt
upon mountain tops
as it flows
gently down
unmarked trails.
It comes together
by the force
of what is.
I stood there
watching
the movement of water,
giving life
to the forest
so green.
The water
engraves its mark
through the channel
where I stand,
which allows
me to pluck
a stone
under
the icy
cold water.
It has passed
for years
longer then I know
and I ponder this,
as I touch
the smooth surface
carved by
the waters edge.
What
could only be
a product
of its environment.
So many years
it took
as it slowly changed.
What changes
I simply ask
does my environment
have on me.