Waterfall

Across the bridge and through the Glen Past Mill on right, wheel stopped again Trees are leaning on the slope That they stay up that is my hope Till I am past and on my way Past bracken brown and grass like hay There in the distance, silver and tall Musically cascading the waterfall I sit on rock and watch flow That carved its way eons ago And watered foliage in the Glen Powered Mill wheel, stopped again Through some unseen broken part Deep in the Mills great grinding heart Still onward flows the falls emission Tween banks of green with people fishing Till estuary at last gives way To open sea where fish can play And wind the moisture can lift high To form great rain clouds in the sky To feed the spring, that feeds the tall Musically cascading waterfall