Waters, calm and serene
Reflecting the skies, and mountain forests green
In the choppy waves from the wind,
In the peaceful waves of my friends.
A droplet falls; a ripple forms:
A clear reflected picture torn.
This swell, a rising ripple-wave,
Why can't these waters just behave?
The seasons turn and colors change
Bashful yellows, reds of rage.
The image of snow-capped mountains falters
In ever more troubled waters.
How did one drop start all this mess?
How does hope cause such unrest?
A need for something more than life
A faint touch of some foreign light.
The rising swells become a storm
But in the danger something warm
Water churns with passion surging
Some great power is onward urging
To action. To action! The foaming cry
Before the hopes can pass you by.
Or else.
Or else...
Those peaceful days will come again,
Among the choppy waves of friends
With nothing magical to see.
Soft reflections, solemnly.