Rising with the Falls

The rocks, silent and stoic 

Not ruffled by water gushing all around
Creating a ruckus, making loud noise 

Water, rushing down joyfully

Falling on stones waiting mournfully

Flowing hurriedly to lands unknown

Foamy white on brown and black

Glassy and clear, flowing on rocks
Together, yes, yet so disparate and detached

Rocks, blocking, surrounding, defining, limiting

Water, eroding, unshackling, rumbling, tumbling
The two fighting, arguing, arousing a melody

Water, battering constantly with its persistent fall
Teasing, laughing, escaping fast
Twirling, swirling, evading the rock's clingy grasp

Rocks, biding their time to come

In the hot summer months

Drying water up with riverbeds that scorch 

In this battle of ups and downs

No clear winners emerge strong

Just a game, intimate and long

Pleasing us humans with sights beautiful

Each doing its assigned role, ever dutiful

Complementing the other, leaving the world bountiful

With awe and fear we admire, humbler

Sprayed and drenched, eyes wide in joyous wonder

Cut to size, knowing its power that packs a thunder.

To remain steady as life flows all around

To journey on paths where hurdles abound
And not to let the music and laughter go aground.