Ode to Falling Water
in a world
of green, lying
spread out on the
ground. Water rushing,
oh how serene! The love to
always be homeward bound.
Undisturbed, horizontal, pure lines,
panes of amber glass. Ancient stone
shrouded in vines, light pouring in, in mass.
A man of great thought, a mind never ending.
The fame never sought, the love never mending.
To create a world of his own, never knowing the cost. A love never to have grown, so much had to be lost.
A world know style, a legacy resolute. Beauty that would beguile, and greatness astute.