Mindful: A collection of poems

Nature: Vast Magnificence

*this is the beginning of a nature series of poems I'm staring*
Like a restricting hand it grips at her throat. The ice seeps into her skin creating an unusual, firey burn. She wondered how such a magnificent, vast expansion of blue could be so beautifully violent.
It's deep shards slashed as it rolled over and over again, never stopping. It's color- a blue so enchanting, like a sirens call. It's song so deliberate in its spell. It brushed the shore, beckoning it's victims into its vast, deceiving body.
How many like her had been trapped by its rhythm. How many had stared into the reflection of the sky and thought they had found a way to fly. How many had fought against nature's current, the illusion of its grace, gone.
She could no longer ask these questions, she could no longer think. It's icy touch had gripped her, held her close in its deathly embrace and whispered its sweet rocking rhythm in her ear.
     The violence she had seen was gone and once more the fog of beautiful illusion covered the surface. She watched from bellow as her boat glided across the treacherous waters.