w o r d s......

A quiet pool
Stands in tranquility
Never in want
But ignorant of the world

--And each moment
The powerful ocean edges closer

Throughout the years
Each season brings
A new experience
For the pond to taste

--And each moment
The powerful ocean edges closer

Curious leaves and flowers
Continuously drop into the water
Creating tiny swirls
To disturb the smooth surface

--And each moment
The powerful ocean edges closer

And at the eve
Of the sixteenth year
The quiet pool
Has grown to a bubbling brook

--And each moment
The powerful ocean edges closer

Yet lurking beneath
The seeming happy waters
Is a dark potential
For wild passion and desire

--And each moment
The powerful ocean edges closer

Where only the eagles
Could soar above
The roaring display
Of total abandon

--And each moment
The powerful ocean edges closer

But for now
The brook is running
In a normal fashion
As the sparrows chirp above

--And each moment
The powerful ocean edges closer

Yet soon the small river
Will encounter a bend
Of such narrow constriction
That the end of it may release - what??

--And each moment
The powerful ocean edges closer