The river that flows gently,
has a thundering current in the freezing depths.
The water pulls, pushes and surges forward,
and no one knows.
Except the fish.
The birds have no idea what lies beneath the reflective surface.
Bugs can't sink beneath the buoyant layers,
and humans see nothing beyond the tranquil peace.
We cannot see the rage of the deep, for the beauty of the surface.
But things are rarely what they seem.
-Brandolyn
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