Rush through me.
I stand tall, motionless.
The surface floats by me,
But i am rooted in the Earth like the great oak tree.
I wait for my time to be carried by the rapids,
For I am patient and will not give in to your torrents without a fight.
I deserve a grand contention.
The flood will come one day and I will be swept away with honor.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
Rush through me.
I stand tall, motionless.
The surface floats by me,
But i am rooted in the Earth like the great oak tree.
I wait for my time to be carried by the rapids,
For I am patient and will not give in to your torrents without a fight.
I deserve a grand contention.
The flood will come one day and I will be swept away with honor.
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