Like Water.

Like Water.

You move like water, and run swifter than

Lightning.

Thunder crashes.  All hope is dashed.

Morning shatters in the stillness, there are rain-

Drops everywhere on the ground.

Mud squelches in my shoes.  My children are

Playing in the mud.  That is their home, the place

They love more than being inside, which is

Outside, where they dwell.  The walls can sometimes

Be disheartening, and not what one expects it to be.

We are grateful for it, yes, but nothing can be

Forgotten in her heart or in her mind, the shattering

Thunder and the lightning, and the children must

Stay inside until it dies down.  A tree is struck

With fire.  The fire burns and the tree burns with it.

Fire is the end to all things.  It burns and it is everlasting,

And then the sun is deeper than the dark, and everything

Burns in it and there is no hope in it either because

All hope has drowned.  The lightning flashes,

And rain pours down, down, down, and feelings are

Different than they were before.  But some things

Never change.

You move like water, and run swifter than lightning.