Waterfall

With all our heads raised up, to behold it's grace tumbling down, away from hustle here and there, Sorrow from every soul it drowns... Among the green and woods around, over the rocks it glazed and danced, on the notes of chirping sounds, from heights reaching thunder clouds, Meadows large and valleys it glanced, showering over us it's spark, more brighter it seemed in dark... ~Nisha Pasad