Curtains of White torrents cascading from the skies
Youthful in your vigour you pour yourself from high...
your overwhelming presence speaks in a resounding voice
as you splinter on the black rocks down below and nigh
drowning one's senses in your torrential noise...
And then as though harnessed by some unseen force
you become a gentle stream as you change your course
oh white ribbons of freshness ! defying human hold
living streams of water,doing what you are told
peeping thru the silent trees ,
you are a beauty to behold