The Waterfall

A poem for the 3rd Picture Poem This contest.

 The Waterfall

 

White water crashes on the rocks

Eroding fast, eroding slow

The final shapes the rocks will take

Is something we can't hope to know.

There's beauty in this nature scene

Something these words can't quite express

But as I sit here, pondering

I promise I will do my best.

The water sings its joyous tune

As it makes its way down its stream

But this element is tricky

It may not be nice as it seems.

So look, don't touch, just stay away

You can come 'round another time

If you get closer than is best

I will make your epitaph rhyme.

 

End.

Author's Note

This was made for the contest, as stated above. I tried to make it out to be beautiful, yes, but dangerous in its own way.