With hesitant steps, she approached the old water wheel

Embracing her empty jar, only facing forgotten paddles of steel.

No longer would she be able to quench her thirst.

No longer would she be full of dreams, like at first.

Old water wheel in motionless.

Dry jar in emptiness.

"Compare with you, I'm empty too".

The old water wheel and the woman have seen sunny days

If ever too, there were rainy days.

Time passes , everything ends up making no sense,

Clouds pass, leaves fall... not giving recompense.

Yet the valley remains still very beautiful.

(c) Laura Marco