Waterfall

The poem was a class writing I made. Not too great but it works.

Waterfall

Something beautiful to me
Is a waterfall,
Falling into a stream
Just to continue its flow,
And fall again.
Down the curves and edges of land,
Passing over walls of rocks,
They never seize to flow.
Waterfalls do not falter.
The beauty in its nature
Is that it will eventually fall
Then continue to move on.
Moving over any obstacle
That stands in its way.