Waterfalls

Most of the blue rocks
are all polished down
into glorious shades of red and brown

Inside the waterfall
the glittering dancing sunlight beams
Through wisdom lost inside reflective trees

Their leaves sway gently
pushed along by a new dawns breeze
Swirling into a perpetual dream

On the bank flowers bloom
lavishing in the sweet morning dew

In a Kingdom build of contingencies
Where is love?
If not in me

Under the falls a rainbow is formed
Inside it’s colors a poem is born