The Poetry of a Waterfall
At the edge of a cliff, water plunges—thundering, misting, sculpting stone into curves over millennia. A waterfall is nature’s sonnet, blending power and grace, erosion and creation. Its pool teems with life: dragonflies dart over mossy rocks, minnows navigate currents, ferns cling to damp cliffs. In Norse mythology, waterfalls were bridges to other worlds; today, they symbolize life’s relentless forward motion. Poet Mary Oliver wrote, “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Standing before a waterfall, I felt the answer in its roar: to flow, to transform, to leave marks that outlast time. Waterfalls remind us that beauty is born from descent, and purpose in constant movement.