spring waters falling from mountainsides
crashing, splashing, gushing, roaring,
carve a presence in the rock
whose great stony arms help its
descent to the pools and streams below.
a mighty, rushing, flowing, spilling, glorious journey,
as it spins and twirls itself to the sea.
in a sashay and flourish of ruffled skirts,
it performs a dance of life
to a thirsty world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's just lovely Carolyn