It is wild and unpredictable,
it is fast and deadly.
sometimes you see it,
other times you can not,
we think we can control it,
we think we can stop it,
but all we can do is slow it down,
and wait until it consumes us.
although it may kill us,
we cant help but to stand in the middle,
because though deadly, it is also beautiful,
and it is human nature to stare at beauty,
whether it brings us destruction,
or salvation upon us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem