Cascading Water Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Cascading water came to teach me,
What I by myself couldn't see.
For I refused to educate myself.
My old ideas just remained on the shelf.

Cascading water gushed onto the ground,
The ground catching it serenely around.
It meant that all the excitement of your life,
Was glorious, natural and nice.

But there had to be a beginning and ending too,
Where the excitement grew and grew.
The natural ways are the best you know,
Where they ebb and flow.