Swiftly flowing in its placid journey
Passes towers of arboreal green
Irrepressible current coursing free
Tranquility so rarely felt or seen
Then the current engages violence
Grinding boulders in its angry freefall
Only Death travels here seeking credence
Even the stalwart in this fury stall
None will escape the current’s crashing flow
Its watery claws seize all that are born
Who, carried through paths both severe and slow
Learn of peace after beaten down and worn
Do I ride and wrestle the current’s wave?
Or pine and wish the current were a grave?
Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 5:13 AM UTC
Swiftly flowing in its placid journey
Passes towers of arboreal green
Irrepressible current coursing free
Tranquility so rarely felt or seen
Then the current engages violence
Grinding boulders in its angry freefall
Only Death travels here seeking credence
Even the stalwart in this fury stall
None will escape the current’s crashing flow
Its watery claws seize all that are born
Who, carried through paths both severe and slow
Learn of peace after beaten down and worn
Do I ride and wrestle the current’s wave?
Or pine and wish the current were a grave?
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