Water
Hopefully you’ll come to me
you’re running free
weave in and out, you’re nurturing
and coming back around to feed yourself again
The water here is crystal clear
it is not sharp, is not a spear
it empragnates the land and flows
over, up and down a road
of its own making always waking
up the life it flows and feeds
But drowns you when you submerge in
Submerge in her again again
you lose yourself when you come near
the waterfall that sheds a tear
for none who brave its heights, a grave
for those who tempt the water’s might.