The sky is gray.
The water, calm.
It's times like this 
When the world
is at peace.

There is something about 
the mysteriousness of water
that intrigues me.
So dangerous but
alluring.
To jump in and yet
be so uncertain of 
what's at the bottom.
It'd kind of poetic,
a bit similar to life itself.

Little honey bee
so frail but also precious
fly high little bee.

Sometimes I feel like a leaf floating along the water.
Things are peaceful, until the current picks up.
Life gets rocky, uncertain. 
But I know eventually it will calm down,
and I will be able to go back to my much more
simple life.