A waterfall
is falling
from the mountain
in my mind
It is glowing
it is glistening
sharing with
a kind
Of miracle
that’s mending
a life with
fearless cheer
Led by the
richest – by
the poorest
both afar
and near
Near to what
I wonder –
where does the
water fall
Streaming louder
ever louder
a clarion
of calls
It leads a
field beyond
its means –
beyond a
sense of right
And stands there
never prouder
with light
And yet the
night falls still
and still the
waterfall is heard
With sagacity
and forethought
it utters
not a word
‘Being’ is
all it needs –
all it renders
to the soul
That whispers
in its own resolve
one and all

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