The Mainstream

This isn't a particularly brilliant poem, I can't really decide if i like it or not. So here it is, for you to decide

The Mainstream

He stood on the banks for days and days.
That river wound ‘round and right.
Twisting, turning, eroding the earth,
Changing the land. Changing the world.
From atop the hill, a mile back,
It looked so beautiful.
But everything is less majestic up close,
When everything is exposed
When everything is seen.

He watched the rain fall, slow but sure.
That river rose drop by drop.
Then ground gave way beneath his feet,
Pulling him in. Pulling him down.
On that bank, in the rain
It had been so beautiful.
But beauty can be malicious up close,
When everything is exposed.
When everything is seen.