Power Falls
The magnificence of a waterfall puts even the most tranquil rain to shame.
To hear the powerful roar of the water pounding down,
Can make even the mightiest man quiver.
The elegantly carved rock so smooth and well crafted beneath the fingertips of the stream,
So precise that you would think it the work of a craftsman.
To emerse yourself amongst the crystal clear pool,
Formed only by the unity of these majestic occurrences,
Makes you feel so little, yet somehow extraordinarily powerful.
The falls somehow touching your soul.
The water portraying a universe within itself;
Exemplifying the way our lives should be lived.
All understanding and wisdom hiding in plain sight,
Just waiting to be shown reflecting the light.
Something so complex, yet gratifyingly simple,
Something that carves its way through anything in its path,
Spreading life through out even the most desolate places.
Showing us how power can also be gentle.
Water flowing with so much force that even trees submit to its control,
But somehow also caressing infinite newborns.
The simultaneous unity of things seemingly different,
Teaches us how the world should be different.
November 11, 2015
