this tank of life..
for each to swim thru by..
the weeds that sway..
the creeps and clay..
all seems too good to be true..
a calm of goodness sweeps right thru..
yet..
sometimes, the waves will mock..
giving small sharks to chaos the serenity of the oceans..
how had one deal with the play of the mini sharks..?
do one give up hope.. did one lay out all..
remember... do remember..
if one could not able to face this small sharks of life..
how do one expect if one day come the gigantic giant shark to attack one in the small tank of life..