The water crashes all about me
I paddle for me dear life
The rocks are rushing toward
My kyak; the only thing
Between me and the harsh,
Unrelenting river
But I will not go under
Left and right I go, manuvering
Through the river as if it were a creek.
Slicing though the water like
A hot knife through butter
Just when I start to get cocky
Mother Nature deals a death blow
To my kyak
I fly head on into the
surging blue abyss
And the water that gives like
Threatens to take mine
But instead she lets me go
I've survived tougher