It struck me as rain from a light cloud
hit by the silvery rays of the moon.
A month later, it had solidified
to become blocks of crystal
that I neatly began shaping into
the foundations of a wall.
Three months after that, the wall
stood the same height as me.
Then it overtook me,
and grew into a cliff
I was struggling to climb.
The more I tried,
the further I slipped.
But determination is a strong summon,
and when I took a moment
to combine it with time,
the cliff melted
and showed me the shining words within.
Treeshallow Musings 