Shallow Veins

[Verse 1]
The alder roots still clutch the crumbling bank,
Their patient grip on earth's deep, shifting core.
But the water's voice, a thinner, softer sound now,
Where bedrock once carved currents deep and wide.
Now just a ribbon tracing the damp ground,
A muted echo from a louder, distant shore, echoing through time.

[Chorus]
Oh, the creek, the creek,
A slow, quiet shift in the earth's deep sleep.
Oh, the creek, the creek,
Where old memories run, still, and seep.

[Verse 2]
The petrichor still rises from the damp moss,
A scent of forgotten seasons, fresh and keen.
But the old growth's shadow falls across a loss,
A narrow channel where a torrent had been.
Like time's slow current, wearing down the stone,
Leaving its fragile, shifting truth alone, a story to be known.

[Bridge]
We build our lives on foundations, seemingly so firm,
But imperceptible shifts can change the river's course.
An inherited whisper, a long-worn pattern learned,
A deep-rooted habit, a quiet, primal force, binding us to source.

[Outro]
The tide pulls back, the earth breathes out a sigh.
The creek still flows, beneath a western sky.