The Waterfall

She floats, sweetly weaving down

Falling slowly, loving bubbles round

She is Full of breath, of clean mountain life

Tenderly curving left, then slightly to the right

The wind blows softly, gentle and true

For Her wet path flows, down from the blue

Of Her Sparkling ripples, churning in pools

For A moment of peace, her water so cool

Then A butterfly flutters, no direction in mind

It is Following endlessly, her beauty so kind

Reflecting green glory, steep with lush love

Standing tall, guiding from above

Life in her movement, inspires us all

In The beautiful dance of, the waterfall

By: Kimberly Paulus

(This is version II for word count purposes)