Children Of The Falls

Of what waterfalls are made of

Children Of The Waterfalls

Undulating are the clouds of Winter Fall

Rolled over paths meandering in secret

In a whisper, snow weaves through the timber

Nameless as the rain as they remain a mystery

To settle where they may as gentle

There on the lake shaped like a mirror clear

One swan looks up to heaven and her sun

Somehow smaller as the day is now undone

At a distance so cumbersome

Light hardly reaches us by Summer

Why is the sky so full of clouds in thickness

Why are they heavy in their weight in gray

Disguised as iron hanging over mountain tops

Are they not supposed to float on ocean shores

Blinding ships in fog, to lead them into danger waters

Into jagged rocks without a thought of kindness

There on the morning rise comes light

Snow melts away half frightened of the day

Though waterfalls are born from them they blush

You could say that snow becomes their children

Cascading over rocks into their innocence at play

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Melting snow, turning into waterfalls, how lovely is that imagery Earl. For some reason you reminded me of spring in Switzerland when the glaciers start to melt. You paint with words here. I saw the Swan on the lake, so graceful and majestic. Thank you for the read and all good wishes to you.

Chris

[Earl Schumacker]

Thank you so much Chris. Glad you enjoyed this one. It is always nice to hear from you. Have a wonderful day. Take care. Earl

[Chris Shaw]

You take care and have a great day too Earl. All the best.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

The description here is wonderful. Your choice of words are amazing and the overall message is well passed.
Can their be a waterfall without a source? That's the question you piece just answered in a perfect way.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Kay, Thank you for stopping by my little corner of the universe. I appreciate your comments and appreciate them. I am happy that you enjoyed it. Take care, Earl