The rushing water flows gently

Down a path from long ago

Moving, splashing, playing

In the crevices, like children

The face of the rock below, smiles

With each droplet of water that spills

Creating a rhythm of cadence

In its own power.

Above the fall, peaceful waters flow

Awaiting the chance to spill, to play

Taking a new path unknown

Anticipating the journey

Like children.

Joni Kaye Behrens   e-mail:  jonik@yahoo.com

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