WORDS OF THE LIVING
(WATERFALL)
The white water washes
The stone and rock
The liquid swashes
Flowing down towards the loch
As it smashes
Towards the ground below
The sloshing sounds
Of the water whirlpool
The waterfall knows no bounds
The drink cool
On the lips
As the rockfall dips
The rough rock
Cascades below
Block after jagged, bearing block
Joins the river's unruly flow
The water joins
A sea yonder
Not a drop, it can squander
Or it will not reach it's destination
Across countless nations