We trudged through steep snow as it melted,
And you caused avalanches with every step,
You teared apart entire forests,
While I was too busy walking to notice...
The water is smooth opaque turquoise,
Just like in the pictures you showed me,
As we stand on a rock at the water's edge,
You take my hand and ask me to jump;
Then wind rages through the valley of us,
And the ripples of clear remind me:
Smooth are waters with no depth-
Bellow is only a shiny surface,
Where nothing breathes.
I've walked through puddles deeper than you