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
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