When leaves seizes colorless water,

But this liquid, without doubt, scapes;
It begins.
When rain, thunder, lightning, and wind cross
Over the peaceful whizzing sunny day;
It begins.
Now and then it hides but always blows the heart.
It ensues when at the right path you fall;
Then you succeeded on the wrong way.
Is it alright to fall, or to succeed?
Standing, in fact, is easy; difficult is climbing.
You can’t fight your heart, or your hands, or your head,
or you feet,
For to pursue destroy is what you long for.
Not yet been fully induced to end;
Like a tiger roaring…
When Menelaus conquers Troy;
When it enters you- I speak as I know-
Leaves you into pieces…