The Immutable Roar

The August heat dared not to touch this place,

Yet Autumn chill and fine mist held sovereignty;

Masses, stood frozen by furious pace,

Transfixed by a powerful purity;

I, envious of the unabashed force,

Sought pity from primordial nature;

Perchance to drink in some strength from Gaia?

Ah, no mist could cleanse a fool's character!

The immutable roar drowns my darkness;

I recall that water is mutable;

The roar is constant, water capricious;

In this one moment I am immoveable;

I left that park, the chill, and the mist's hold,

But I kept that roar, and the fortune water told.