Innocence is so beautiful. Can temptation be so strong? They reach out to touch the water.
Now the current drags them on.
Save yourself. Revolt.

They drift now to the ocean. I watch them passing through choking on the water. Marked with stains they can’t remove.
Deny the flow. See the stone unprotected. Yet undirected. Can’t be washed down.
The violent waters flowing wildly. Hit the stones. Are forced around. Standing fast. It has it’s beauty. It’s focus unmoveable.

I see the stone as inspiration. For it’s surrounded. Yet uncontrolled. Deny the flow. Deny. Set adrift. They drift away.
I reach to save them. But how can I save those who won’t save themselves.
Goodbye. Save Yourself. Revolt.