Water once flowed so smooth and bright,
In the heart of the fountain’s gentle light.
A steady stream, so full of grace,
A mirror clear of time and place.

But cracks appeared, small at first,
A sign the stone had felt its worst.
Each line crept forward, slow and sly,
Like whispers shared beneath the sky.

Still, the water trickled through,
Filling spaces it once knew.
The cracks now deep, but beauty stayed,...