waterfalls

I feel a kinship with you, glorious cataratas,
something familiar and ancient.
Perhaps I’ve been here before with my tribe or my flock or my herd,
or maybe it’s simply the knowing that my tears are one and the same as yours,
cascading down and refining the earth.
Your power, your beauty, your peace and your danger – how can one help but worship?
You are god and I am small,
and yet somehow we are one.
You strike me serious, but the butterflies continue their play –
landing on my fingers and inviting me into their world.
I hear the joy in your freedom…
Be my teacher and I, too, will flow and ROAR!