Four+skinny+trees

It tells my story as if it was me. I know what it feels and why it is the way it is. The water is glossy and hard to see through, when water hits water it is muddy and brown. Beauty thats breath taking and unexplainable. Harsh and forceful breaking what is in its path. I hear it loud and clear from where ever i am even when no one else can.

There open and mighty. They are forceful when needed. They keep the the past eroding and shattering as it flows with no fear or regret. This is how they live. Let it lose its strength for living it would drop just beauty no reason. Live, live, live, it says when i sleep. They remain.

When i am down without hope just a grain of sand in the desert i look to the waterfall. When life isn't according to plan. Beauty and strength forever. It who is mighty and doesn't forget to live. One whose only reason is to show beauty and create hope.