Below The Bridge Poem by George Samuel

To tempest curse not,
To the wild wind spot,
To the river run fast,
Turn when turbulence last,
And know the wave that's past.

To thunder, strike first,
With fear you do not flirt,
To clouds cast a gaze,
The sight that makes you daze.

To mountains, use your height,
And claim the top is your right,
May the fountain be your source,
The spring your force,
Enough to ride a horse.

To money, remove your trust,
For this, many are lost,
To women, share no secrets,
For they're always weak,
To survive a heartbreak.