The Waterfall, Is blue with silver highlights. It appears clear and clean, Rapidly flowing into the stream. The water is frothy, Where it falls to hit the water. At least things like this, Are caught when they fall. The sunlight still shining, The water doesn't mind. It continues it's journey, Searching for it's destination.
The waterfall. It's beautiful, A sight to all. But how do we know, What's hiding underneath? We hide pain, All in our fake smiles. What if this waterfall, Hides things in it's beauty? If we wait long enough, Do you think we could see?