Waterfall

Cascading over the craggy cliff what once was a soft flowing stream turned into rushing river, it reaches it's crescendo, it's timpani molecules race against time in an ever high paced endeavor, to settle to the bottom once again to rest among the others, already settled What once was blue and aqua green is now white with fury, almost anger, unleashed and unrestrained lashing out against that which wishes solace Never to be harnessed by the hand of man perhaps used for power that would be gained and garnered from it, unyielding, undenied yet afraid of the possibilities if touched At it's end is a cloud of mist arise as a fog, hiding it's loathing for the fall exploding with lust to be free again to flow in peace, rapture, forgiven To return to a more sedated life to that rushing river, with desire to return to that meandering stream to once again pool, in the silky sun