Floods

The flood rushes along the broken road,

It isn’t the only thing broken.

It goes along the path - once an abode,

Now it lies forgotten.

Will it die down, maybe it might,

Giving us some peace.

Or maybe it will, later tonight,

All we can do is hope.

When night comes down, the stars are shining,

Twinkling in the dark,

Yet the water’s still rippling, it isn’t calming,

It still goes on.