People may rise and fall,

but their beauty doesn’t diminish.

Whether scared, excited, or depressed—

people are more than emotion,

yet they embody so much.

We can’t help but feel.

It’s what makes us human.

Just like water—it flows, it’s complex.

Recycling is overdone.

The same feelings we try to ignore

always come back.

We can’t rely on one feeling,

or one result,

because we don’t choose

what we feel,

or what will happen.

The rain must fall.

Clouds hold too much in.

And when they release,

the rain becomes tears—

shedding what was held back.

They feed our gardens,

tending to life and vibrance.

When it’s cold,

the rain falls as crystallized art.

Still beautiful—

but no longer nurturing.

It builds into mounds,

covering the life

we now miss.

And the plants.

The rain that falls

is now at the mercy of the environment.

Will it get trapped in a puddle,

only acknowledged when splashed?

Or taken by streams,

then rivers,

their constant flowing

making us feel

that despite our emotions—

we can’t stop.

We don’t notice

how small rocks disrupt the flow.

The effect trickles down.

We miss the impact—

until the land

that once held the river back

is gone.

The water can be taken into oceans,

where unspoken feelings

sink deep.

Only when sitting still

do we realize

how tired we’ve become.

Even with droplets around us,

we must choose—

to rise

or fall.

Falling is easier.

No need to fight,

to move,

to feel.

We slowly become a speck

no one notices.

Rising means struggle.

It means facing

our faults,

our unnoticed hardships.

It means surfacing,

and with it—

anger, frustration.

We’re forced to crash

against others,

taken by the tide.

The tide throws us on shore,

expecting us

to know what to do.

But we don’t.

We’re absorbed

by the ground

we’re splashed upon.

The ground may need this water.

Because without it,

there’s no new life.

No growth.