The Waterfall descends,
Glittering in the bright sunlight.
Each droplet catching sunbeams, creating rainbows,
Reflections of happiness and delight.

It has flowed for an eternity,
Creating its own path in life.
Forever moving, changing the mountainside,
Cutting through stone like a knife.

Now and then the Waterfall pauses:
Frozen in time by Winter's harsh chill.
Slumbering fitfully, it waits and watches,
For the first rays of the Spring sun to appear.

Frozen no longer, the Waterfall descends,
Freed from its cold prison by Spring.
Joyfully it dances down the mountainside,
Its echoes causing the earth to sing.

by Celia Tracy

copyright © 2001 Celia Tracy