WATER
It's serene waves can calm down the burning rage;
But one question always hits me, "Were they always the same!?,"
The answer to which can immediately not be delivered;
As the question in hand is the one to be considered.
Could it be possible, that once they were fighting;
To get to know who would rule over this element,
Just to find out that they were all merely
It's descendent!?
It's mesmerizing colour has the power to make people hypnotise;
Enjoy happiness; forget about the world and realize.
For once making us laugh and smile at the beginning;
Only to become it's painful ending!?
It's one of the most beautiful and elegant element;
But the most destructive forces on earth too,
We all have to witness it to know,
Though I would avoid it if I were you.
So, I described the water as A nightmare,
Dressed like A daydream.
But do not forget about the nice sunset by the sea;
Where you can probably relax, witness and see.
©allisafawn
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