Waterfall Poem by Melissa Wagner

The rush of water flowing,
pouring over cliffs.

The pounding roar,
drowning out everything.

The reflection of the sun,
clearer than glass.

The water so pure,
seeming straight from heaven.

The lush green all around,
trees towering above.

The scent of fresh outdoors,
drifting everywhere.

But still,
the waterfall holds all attention.

Always going,
never stopping.

So alive,
this is my Utopia.

(18 Nov.2008)