Standing By The Waterfall...... Poem by D.A. Woods

Standing by the waterfall at the end of the day,
wishing you could fall in and drift away,
listening to the songs of birds and wind through the trees,
this is where you prefer to rest at ease.

Listening, looking as you drift on by,
floating naked past the wilderness on the river in the sky,
tranquility of the awaiting soul with the spirit of the clown,
everythings clean and green, I'm staying here, never coming down.