A young man stands
on the bank a river
and sees the water
toppling over and around
uncaring stones.
Halfway up the slope
of the great mountain
an old man steps
from his small hut
looks down
at a hawk circling
the river, watching
for the glint
of a passing salmon.
From its aerie
in the crags of the mountain peak
an eagle peers
at two men, a hawk
and a ribbon of water.
Only the passing cloud
sees the great mountain.