the heavy rain from the sky
pours upon the heads of the mountains

the rain takes upon its feet the rivers on a journey to the mouth of the sea

it escapes and creates a brown island that spreads on the belly of the sea

it is not beautiful to see

how stains are made

the sea is sinful and it will always be

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-path-of-brown-stain/