Monday, June 11, 2007

Waterfall

Sitting in the forest looking at the trees
the water rushes past us must move mission incomplete
winding down the mountain stream swelling to the right
the power of the water destroying all in her sight
she races fast down the hill taking twists and turns
leaping over ten foot cliffs her inners boil and churn
in the spring she rages, delivering winters spoils
refreshing and replenishing the work at which she toils
swelling to her banks, spilling on the road
using all she can as her mission unfolds
soon the others join her, finding their way down
the power is so mighty, she makes a deafening sound
when she reaches the bottom, in a clearing she rests
spilling to the ditches, a breeding ground for pests
the birds flock to her, to drink, bath and float
a great place to raise their young, a great place to boat
Sitting in the forest looking at the trees
the lake is down below, serene, mission complete