​You Beauty, why do you rage?

What keeps you going?

Anger? Passion? Determination?

Are you so wont to excel?

You shall never achieve much.

Why do you rage still?

You Beauty, where are you going?

You shall forever be entrapped,

By the bank.

You shall forever be rooted,

Alongside these trees.

Where are you going still?

You Beauty, why do you shine?

People will come and go.

Some will find momentary bliss in you,

Some will defile you,

Others, indifferent. 

Why do you shine still?