I am not only some peaceful stream of the forest,
Twinkling beneath songbirds,
Watering romancing deer.

I am also the river that cuts through the mountain,
That carves the earth to better fit my ease.

The one bears dare not cross.
The cascading ire,
Raptors are unfit to tame,
With any bellow.

Men will come to know the rocky bottom,
And winding parts,
Men will come to know their helmets and life preservers,
Won't be salvation,
When I say that they shall drown.

every human grows up searching for one thing:
happiness
but not just that
no.
contentment.
that is what we all want in the world.
just to feel like the world makes sense,
for once.

Your smile makes it hard not to tell you your beautiful.
Your eyes have made it hard not to tell you your mesmerizing.
Your voice makes it hard not to tell you your calming.
Your actions make it hard not to like you.
You're really making it hard.
For me not to like you so much.