Weathering

I am the plant that breaks through the rock.

See my roots grow around the clock.
This is weathering.

I am the ice that breaks through the rock.

As I expand, oh what a shock.
This is weathering.

I am the wind that breaks through the rock.

As I blow right past a hawk.
This is weathering.

I am the running water that breaks through the rock.

Flowing and flowing, no time to talk.
This is weathering.