Downstream View

from high above,
      i look at
rushing waters,

   spilling over
      wet and 
rounded rocks.

our lives too
   sometimes
rush, spilling
   over rocky
       dangers,

   where we
might smash,

breaking ribs
   and more,

      desperately
   struggling in
   wild torrents,
gasping for air.

from cliffside
      outlooks,

   it all looks
      beautiful
and peaceful.

but sometimes
   in rushing
      tumults,
 
      we learn
desperation,

      beaten by
wild currents,
we sometimes
      survive.