The eyes form a flooded area when the patience limit is exceeded, the symptoms are the same no matter the place or time.
Why do the streams embrace the earth here differently? It seems the tears is as a result of a bigger conflict, when you see the marks left they say the story.
The flow makes the soil sink while it stays at the top, it conquers so many areas calling them territory, no retreating, air of discomfort oozing out.
Every phase it presents itself doesn’t have to be sent a message, this very season is telling a different story, who knows, maybe there is a change of mind.
Inspirational instrument 