Pristine Water Poem

The CooL Water Tugs on Your Legs.
Begging You to Follow It.
It Never Stops Fighting You.
As It Flows Angrier, You Drown Weaker.
Yet Your Will to Defy It Becomes Ever So Strong.

You Will Fight It.
An Endless Battle.
It Never Weakens or Grows Tired.
It Is Relentless and Will Not be Vanquished until You are Defeated.
So, are You Gonna Give in and Let It Has Its Way??


P/s : As I Drowned My Legs Into The Swirling and Twirling Water Streams