Waterfalls

Waterfalls

From high in mountain crevices,
a stream is born of melting snow
and follows down the timeless path,
past tender wood of willows' young.

And so begins their love affair,
together tumbling unaware.

A trickle, quickly deepening
'neath restless water's swirling tongue,
becomes a river, uncontrolled,
cascading off the edge.

Like waterfalls, they plunge beyond
and crash below in broken bonds.

The rocks beneath, bear witness to
confessions of a muddied stream;
amidst the frothy, white tumult,
impurities are purged.

So like a wounded wolf, she cries
and licks away her shameful lies.

To waiting arms of Mother Earth,
the ripples whisper like regrets,
and roll and fade into the shore
before they're born again.

Through eyes, like broken levees, flow
her tears, as age-old heartaches grow.