• Rushing, rolling, resounding.
    The eternal sheet of water
    Spills over the cliff
    Like milk
    Spilling over the edge of a glass.

    Water has no cells
    No structure
    No brain.
    Something that never lived
    Provides sustenance for the thriving.

    And as it tumbles down
    To the pool below
    It sings a tune
    That is unique.

    A sad song,
    One of sorrow and remorse.
    And as the tears continue to rush
    Others take no notice.

    Water gives
    And gives
    And we take
    And gulp
    And are ungrateful here.

    But change is not
    Impossible.
    If only we could open our eyes
    Water's song could change
    To a happier key.