Waterfall (Terza Rima)

Gentle murmurs caught in whispering winds quietly flows Gathering momentum in soft sunlight through willow trees A cool meandering transparent watery bliss that grows Over the precipice their curtain hangs moving with ease Forming eddies whose chorus sings nature’s sweet song A mild turbulence of frothy spray rising in a cool breeze Spreading to either bank rings of bright water flow along This beautiful sight spread before my deep pensive eye This image to remain in my heart so incredibly strong Where kingfishers live alone in the banks dive and try To catch confused minnows caught up in the rush Now it’s only a stream flowing along just a gentle sigh A waterfall can be a foaming torrent or a quiet soft gush Its rich perspective is a reward that is so pleasantly plush