In time, rushing water smoothes the ragged stones. Rocks do not form pebbles by sheer willpower alone. A trillion molecules wear away all of the rough edges. ‘Rounded to perfection’, Mother Nature thus pledges.
Quaint mountain streams or mighty ocean tides; torrents erode the shoreline; by force they divide. By elemental process the Earth slowly revolves. Rain is an eternal sculptor, shaping as it evolves.
Our clay sphere is carved by violent global forces. In the end, time decides which way the river courses. This world is transformed by gravity’s potter wheel. Water is an artist, determined to master its skill.