Waters rushing, pouring, roaring,
Spirit leaping, dancing, soaring,

Waters flowing, neverending,
Spirit moving, twisting, bending.

Here is life. Here is peace.
Here is energy and release.

I want to soar and rush and roll,
A waterfall to be my soul.

From dawn of time to present flood,
The waters flow, and feed the bud
Of life and love and grief and joy.

It fills me as a fledgling boy
Who knows still of life's simple bliss,
Before consumed by man's abyss.

I pray delight be ever so,
Within that land that children know,
And sullied not by worldly toll--

A waterfall to be my soul.

--Joel P. Shempert