~ Tears~

Like the rage of rushing water
leaving destruction all around,
Flowing fast and hard
due to the over-saturated ground.
The water's rising in the city,
the water's rising in the town,
People run from rising floods,
as the sun goes down.

Like the softly drifting water,
running down the creek,
Surrounded by a peace and serenity,
and a quiet that people seek.
Mountains rising here and there,
nature's music plays,
Lost time drifts on and on,
in the form of dreamy days.

Like the swiftly falling water
of the last waterfall,
Falling with deep sadness,
in the last rainforest of all.
The last Macaw is flying,
knowing the end is near,
And in the eyes of watching natives,
fall many many tears.

Raging as a river's flood,
or floating in deep peace,
The waters will always run,
for tears just will not cease.