by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
A frozen waterfall,
stopped in time,
waiting for Spring to continue its life.
How can I say that it looks beautiful,
when I know that it is so cold and unhappy?
If I could only tell it to enjoy
this rare opportunity to stop in its life;
to look around and see its tree
and mountain neighbors.
But when the warmth comes,
the water will be replaced by its brothers -
- and not looking back,
will skip and hop like a child in the valley
over moss covered rocks.
Last updated May 06, 2016