Waterfalls

Water falls,
scattering below.
Drums sound
and the voices rise.
Who will signal?
Chiefs stand,
ready to fall.
The trees linger watching them all.
When will it end?
or will it pretend to halt,
and catching the fire,
being to fall?
Flora soaks,
and veins cry.
They rush forward,
falling. 
Toppling.
Falling like waterfalls.