In the fading rays of sunlight,
perched atop a mossy rock
We contemplate the waterfall's
swift surging down the drop
Into an angry greenish pool
like some foul witches  brew,
Whose firelit froth, and boil,  and burn
our unbound, rapt attention drew
With pure, and endless thunderous splash,
like Heaven pouring forth
it's tears for earthbound tragedies,
we venture down,  to drown remorse
Now we stand at water's edge,
transfixed by ceaseless churn
With rumbling in my ears,  I ponder
pros and cons of my return