I wish that I could see the peaceful tranquility that must lie within you.
Sadly, I can't.
I can only see your end, over and over again.
As your waves crest over the ledge and die upon the rocks at the bottom.
Did it hurt?
The first time, I rather.
Because to see you fall again and again, do I rejoice?
That I have found life where you have found no peace.
That your sacrifice is what nourishes me.
No, this is no waterfall, no haven, no oasis.
This, this is the slow suicide of mother nature's favorite daughters.
The dramatic escapades of sprites made of water.
Enticing us as they dive in, roaring their woes into the mist we frolick in.
This, to some is peace, magical even.
And maybe it is.
Maybe our sisters have found their way into the arms of mother again.
So, I'll sit at the foot of their final resting place
Respectfully watching them return to the mother's embrace.
Sunrise to sunset, as long as it takes for this waterfall to find it's tranquil end.