Running Water

When water rushes a clean river,

We think about the splash,

The riverside.

The soil absorbs the pain.

Around here nowadays,

Finding peace in the environment,

Appears just off a little bit.

And all concern falls on mystery.

We don’t know how we arrived,

We only stay safe in shelter.

Outside, it would seem the tears,

Need to be something respected.

We all have ways of coping.