Waterfall

Steadily meandering through,
Emotions of the river manipulating every move
Letting go, realizing there is nothing left to hold onto.
Percolating through eroded rocks
Watching the foliage of the trees dance to the beat of the wind
settling onto the water bed, rotten and dry

Sunlight was engulfed by pastel colors of a sad rainbow,
Darkness dressed the sky in mourning
Light dotted the black sheet with twinkling century old secrets,
A cratered surface hung like a cheap earring
The ephemeral scene was enveloped by an eternal agony

The water lost its patience,
Screaming, blaring, muffled sounds
Hurdling through a stampede of rage
Once free, breath became scarce
The rocks punishing the innocent,
Scratching, ripping, bleeding…
Battle scene from Stalingrad
The trees stood helpless, failing to caution,
“Waterfall, waterfall!” …

Floating with wings from an angel,
The sky now an elegant black gown,
A diamond ring,
Shimmering sequences, glistening with memories…
Hymns of nature were sung
Heralding the return of life.

Rapture suckled in natures’ mysteries,
Sudden death turned into resurrected life…
Anguish turned into poetic innocence,
Deafening sounds now flowed like harmonious love songs
Light exploded the darkness,
The trees knew what fools had failed to see,
“Do not caution, let it be…”