Rockfall

When death struck I was rowing in a narrow fjord the sea was calm Then rocks fell into the water disturbed the peace I rowed on Until a part of the mountain fell formed gigantic wave I was lifted riding the wave and saw a village disappear. The boat splintered, but I was safe. I looked down into the village people coming out not knowing They were dead. I saw them dissolve becoming drips of water Before they ran into the sea and was the sea. I kept on walking and came to a valley of roses they know nothing Of the tragedy that befell the people in the fjord. I built a house in the belief; here, the sea would never reach me.