The bellowing of the falls drowns nature’s hush,
Water so serene and mystical, yet violent and mighty.
Gravity is as inevitable as the reality of an uncertain life, but
Must I fall crashing down on rock as the water, or can I forge my own ascending path?
I’ll travel up with the mist, and hide in the shadows,
I’ll rise above the falls, and expect the unexpected.
It’s not about where the journey ends, but where it began.
The source of the water is where I’ll uncover my true self before falling again, only to rise.