Poem: Water Fall

A waterfall, so wild, so free,
A dance of water, crashing with glee.
It tumbles down with endless might,
A silver ribbon, pure and bright.

It leaps from rocks, with reckless grace,
A blur of motion, a liquid embrace.
The roar, the rush, the power grand,
A force that shapes both earth and land.

Mist rises in the morning air,
A cool, soft touch, a whisper there.
Each drop that falls, a fleeting dream,
A part of nature’s endless stream.

It carves the stone, it bends the way,
A timeless journey night and day.
The water speaks, in endless flow,
A story that the earth does know.

And as it falls, so calm, so pure,
It cleanses all that it endures.
The waterfall, forever free,
A symbol of tranquility.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie