Waterfall Poem by Andrew Rose

Crisp, Clear, Water,
Cascading down below,
Rushing to meet a watery end,
Smashing through,
The rippling pane of glass,
Frothing forth with snow white foam,

An unseen snag pulls it down,
and pushes it out to be free,
Cast out to the lagoon of life,
so it can be one of many,

Another droplet of potential,
Used only for the purpose of being,
Yet somehow all those droplets,
As simple as they are,
Form a body of water,
Thats beauty and purpose,
Outrules a singularity by far...

That waterfall,
Flying of the rocks,
Its cold,
Icy spray,
Stinging life to be,
and its freefalling thunder,
It reminds me,
That something can be so much...

Life, Death, Creation, Destruction,
and a Beauty for all to see