Journal #6

F O R E V E R

I observe as the water slowly crashes against the shore. I listen closely to every louder roar, Again and again, no care in the world, bashing with might.

It glimmers, and brings everything around it light.

I wonder to myself a deep thought, One that fishing within the depths of my brain I caught.

Water moves unbothered, tranquil, at its own pace, Is there anything else in the world that flows with such grace?

A song that keeps on singing, or a butterfly that keeps on flying,

They will eventually stop. However, one can be sure that for water, there is no dying.

No major change, no dramatic drop. For water, just like life, is a cycle that keeps on moving, forever.