Flowing, falling; pounding on the ground,

Seeping, crawling; creating peaceful sound.

Gracing mountainside and making up the sea,

Moulding to fit any shape it dare desires to be.


Filling lakes and swimming streams,

Bringing life to plants and leaves.

Growing far and yet growing nigh,

Growing up there in the sky –

A place where hopes and dreams can fly,

Where only birds could wish to fly so high.

And then it tumbles back down to earth,

Long awaiting an exuberant rebirth.

It falls fast from clouds above

Unable to be rekindled by destiny’s love.


But now is time to rejoice once more,

Back towards blue skies it’ll soar,

Back towards that troublesome gain:

Rising as mist and falling as rain.

Published by Liam Cross