Waterfall
A poem about the magic of Life
Waterfall
Nature’s orchestra heard aloud,
The sweetest symphony of the sound,
Of water hurrying past standing stones,
Onward journey, to where is not known.
Towering temple to the Mother devoted,
The many sounds of nature forever being quoted,
By bubbling and babbling movement of,
Liquid of Life imbibed with love.
On top of this a visual delight,
Reflecting glints of water caught in the light,
Which find their way down to the ground,
Sneaking past branches arranged around.
This living temple in many ways,
World of its own with soul emblazed,
When invited in we become,
Integrated fully and completely at home.
