Behind the Fall

How lovely is the waterfall, with ever-vibrant spray, unleashing torrents of power, rushing with resilience, falling with grace to soft froth Steady is the pour that feeds the tranquil pool, enduring and ensuring a peaceful flow over jagged rocks How captivating is the silver veil, holding each gaze at the surface For concealed behind the cascading cloak, lies a sorrow unseen dwelling in a deep, dark reservoir, bearing the weight of every drop How gracious is the waterfall, coaxing the very sun with delicate mist, to gift a rainbow to the watchers A lasting facade, to keep the ache masked, in the brave face, essential, to keep the smile on theirs But oh, how lovely the water falls