Falls again
Standing at the top
Of the world in my mind

I see the falls before me
Shining, shining wall of water
Cascades down to erupt

Into spray upon hard rocks.

Life flows onward, unceasing
I scarce have time to enjoy it.

I see people living so fast
That they do not see their
Eventual destination, as they

Smash upon the hard rocks of life.

Maybe I'm a fool, for thinking so
My mind's not the best these days

I find myself comparing
My life to that shining waterfall
As it beats upon wet rocks

Which resist their flow eternal.


Note: there's a very small little waterfall, maybe 10 feet, near my house in a small park. There's a rock I sit on , surrounded by rosebushes and willow trees, where I think and write to the sound of rushing water. The thought just struck me , and it might be witless.