I've always found fast floods to be rather grand.
See how quickly they wash away the land.
I would never hide my heart there;
     I fear it would be swept away.
     I don't trust the rising waters today.

Though I'm impressed with how it takes over lives.
I stand just below the gloried sunrise
and watch the floodwaters slide.
     Moving quickly, yet looking sluggish.
     With an effect that's rather druggish.

The heart beats wildly at this concerning commotion
and it's a deceptively strong emotion.
Or so I've heard it said.
     I've watched many floods approach myself
     and I've left for higher ground each time for help.

There is a bridge - I think - it won't last long,
as it is no longer rooted; no longer strong.
It quakes, like I, as the waters approach.
     It will get swept away without its support.
     I feel I have nothing left to report.