Where the waterfall swims

a cascading waterfall

makes me stall,

my gaze on the pure spring

as it descends into the gorge 

a day in april,

surrounded by maple, 

my breath finally stable 

as I watch the waterfall's way 

formed by erosion,

and nature's emotion

who causes quite the stunning commotion,

the waters play in motion

the water sways as it goes,

the cautious twilight tickling my toes 

and then there it goes 

to the angels below.