Teachings of a Waterfall

Waterfall:

I come from the gush of the river, 

Jostled by the force

People might walk by and shiver, 

Finding a way to the source. 

I chatter over the vertical drop

Cringing to fall

Neither the pebbles nor the bay side crop

Listens to my call. 

I whine in dismay 

Squeaking a loud scream

Strangled at the eddying bay 

Gushed by the stream. 

I fall from unmeasured height 

I sulk not on any qualm

Designing an enthralling sight, 

I settle quite and calm.

I fall a steep precipice 

Sledging the rocks and stones

For life to be fair and wise

Make the trough drain bygones.