I have come to learn a whole lot
bubbling inside my favorite pot.
First, the steep descents of rivers
are breathtaking; yet, a disaster…
Same stream we dive into and swim
can swallow us even while we scream.
All of tides are connected to the moon
Gravity dines, with a bigger spoon.
Like everyone the water is scared too
Curiosity, some times takes us through
While other times, it worsen things
Freedom to a river is a pipe dream.
Floating so fine like shuck oysters
Flowing against tides birth disasters
So whenever the river takes you down
Please hate it not even as you frown
All it is doing is guide and salvage
its speculative battle with waves.