Water fall- the comfort

Off-hills and swift bubbling flow,

Curling down along zigzag trail,

How ease it seems, to flow and flow,

Hoping for pertinent base,

From high to low, till oceans below,

One-colored azure sky, unstained,

Stains though intend to catch and lure,

But surpass not, shadow of tiniest roots,

Or some smelt ore to mesh, for only window,

Untouched yet to depth, by touching,

Of leisurely influential breeze passing round,

Why not same be men’s unseen mind,

Or one love with ease, an upward flow,

But comfort loves rolling down in haste,

Quests for brave shell,

Like mordant sweeping home,

Yesterday’s comfort gnawed, betrayed,

Greedy ones behind, hunting for tempting next,

So poisonous turns thence, brooding grief,

Soft and lethargic, tongue curled bound,

And every golden egg nature lay, transient

A gap nests in eager minds, though

Seldom far, melodies echo a trumpeting sweet,

Like oceans, turbulent and thirsty,

For long if one drinks to quench,

Or alike blazing fire, greedy again,

Thus, every inch the strolling measured,

Same distance, would nature flee,

And same length shall mankind rot.