by Brian Troyer

Created on: July 02, 2009

The water leaps and rushes over the rocks.

Flying through the air

It glimmers-

Each drop a diamond in an always-moving tapestry.

The curtain moves and changes,

Yet remains the same.

Always present, always changing,

Water against the rock,

Glittering through the air.

The roar,

The constant roar,

Monotonous and melodious

Fills the air.

Mist wells up from far below,

Leaping from the rocks as the water

Returns to the earth once more.

For a moment the water waits,

Suspended,

Sparkling beads in the air,

For a moment and forever.

Yet each drop must fall.

Though it be replaced by another,

Each drop must reach the bottom

And return to the calm river.

As each drop drifts away,

The waterfall thunders on.

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