Drop by drop you grow,
first as alpine marshes,
the water find its way
to a thousand channels,
ever seeking to lower ground.
How quickly you swell to raging,
a thousand channels growing
to yet a thousand rivulets,
all feeding to your power
and swiftness.
Your waters foam around
and over stone and fallen trees.
Within only a few miles
you build to a strength
that moves land and rock alike,
great promise for the desert lake
that bears your name.
Only once
in a generation
have children seen
the waters of the alpine marshes
in your lake.
