The water rages.

It moves and it turns tearing jagged edges of ground.

It is unstoppable.

I see it in my mind.

I feel it coming in the tremors from under my feet.

They call to me to be prepared.

Be prepared for anything.

The trees shall fall.

I see them in my mind.

Large fir trees green from summer pulling out of the ground with ease like fine shoots of young grass.

How Delicate they appear to be in comparison to the water.

It’s blue and wild.

It pulls and turns.

They try to stop it with their damns.

Their ideas are of no use to its flow.

It’s coming to its end in an ocean or a sea.

Don’t stand in its way.

Build a boat.

Build a raft.

Or, learn how to swim.

Be wise.

Let it flow.