Dew melts on the mountainside,
step into the stream meandering down,
hold the moment,
an illusion, a trick of the light.
waterfall cascading, rapids gush,
step into the river, footprints wash away,
I was there,
hold the moment,
a trick of the light, an illusion.
step inside the photograph,
hold the moment,
was I ever there?
the river runs, and every trace becomes
an illusion, a trick of the light,
and I was never there.
