To the observer
On the surface all is calm and serene
An oasis, a river flowing down a mountainside green
Underneath in the current
What remains unseen
A creature bound in the rocks and the reeds
Writhing, screaming, contorting in pain
Inviting an end that is much more humane
These crushing boulders pin down no matter how hard the pull to escape
Desperate for oxygen, yet none to be found
A final shriek filled with water that won't make a sound