You asked about my joy

My joy is a flood of mineral water

To revive life everywhere on the mountainside.

Creatures scraping life from the cracked soil will flourish and spread.


But when this flooding stops,

What will sustain the greenery?

Puzzle

Forcing the question again, it runs like

A car with no battery

A puzzle of mixed pieces

A model missing energy

To stop torquing the gears, and watch,

turning galaxies materialize from fog;

The gentlest turn is wanted for perfect buoyancy