A wooden boat
with coloured, ragged sails
like a patchwork rug eagerly patched
together by two children
floats downstream

From here you see
all the way the boat has come down
has navigated through some
really critical points
and shallow water

Through some serious storms

And you smile benevolently
when you see it bravely rambling on
and sometimes lose direction
or so it seems

On the boat
on its slippery wooden planks
you stand holding on to
the mast and see
something else

There you see
howling waters coming
towards the fragile looking  bow
sharp pieces of
rock and massive bark floating by

You see the horizon and the unknown
behind it
the potential
Niagara Falls

You hear the bashing sound
of the water masses
the roar terrifies you
paralyses-

Apply bird's eye, dear

What is that you hear?

Apply
bird'eye
and float
downstream

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