Forest Waterfall

                                 FOREST WATERFALL

Along the ridge there flows a stream

And on it rippling sunbeams gleam

As it flows peacefully along

With its most gentle, gurgling song.

But then it reaches cliff-top fall

And yet it doesn’t pause or stall

But flows into the open space,

Impelled to reach the lower place.

Its droplets spray, lit by day’s light,

As they fly downward from the height

To weave bright rainbow colours there

That shimmer through the misty air.

They crash into the pool below

And yet from it the waters flow

To run along the forest floor

And form a calm stream as before.

It flows through change and yet it stays

With its own nature and its ways-

For water takes the lowest course,

Returning to its ocean source.

For thus it flows and finds a way

Without a fuss or great display,

Avoiding all unwanted strife,

And yet it nourishes all life.