I wish i had known
the vim of thavibrant storm
that engulfes in it
everything known, unknown.
wish i were a mountaneous rock
that holds itself with panache
let come all storms
vibrant; lull
i’m sure i’ll be left unmoved.
so harsh are they
wish i had known
i would have never watered
the seeds i once sowed.
so avarice are they
wish i had known
i would have treasured
everything i ever owned.
No matter how many times
i am carried like a spec
by the running storms
that come and go.
i’ll journey a long distance
and will someday
be a part of the rock
that leaves itself unmoved.