I am muddy water settling.
Stones skipped on my surface.

People jumped and played in my depths.
Stirring fish thoughts and algae emotion.

Animals and trees kept hydrated on my pristine water.
I taste of vintage wine and drunk sunlight all the time.

Waterfall has to get away, going somewhere I've never been before.

There's no use in fighting or crying because you can always leave;
dry yourself off and erase your memory of my many streams.