Water,
It strolls
As well as it can
Against all before it,
The same as a man.
There is no harm meant,
It just has it's innate goal;
To travel it's only road,
Till it's hushed by the toll.
The life is in the movement,
That is how it's known.
How a lake cries out
To be flushed down a hole.
To roll, roll, and roll...
For death dwells in the whole. |
Submission Name: A Languid Lake
