The Waterfall

The men that live their life within the forest
Are plagued by the beauty of a waterfall.
For all men living ther lives think,
What a fun fall it would be in the waterfall

Through the long hours of the day, tediously dull, and uninspiring
They want to feel the thrill of a fall
and engulf themslves in the beauty of the water

And when they do
Without proper precautions and preparation,
their heads are torn apart and soul
bled out from one to many bumps down the fall.
Reluctantly they climb out of the perfidious waters
shaken, cold, and sore

The women on the other side of the mountain
Look also to the glamarous waterfall
And all the love it could offer them.
But women, the more prudent of the two, are weary
of such a great fall and the damage it could do

Nonetheless they wonder - how magnificent the fall can be as
the crashing water drenches into every pore
stripping the body to its soul leaving them
breathless, captivated, and full

Yes the waterfall is on everyone's mind - mine included
I've been floating down the river and I can see it ahead
There's a pretty girl in my raft and I'm hoping she'll understand
That whatever happens at the fall, I'm not going to let go

Because she doesn't know that hidden below my
"it was funny meeting you"
lies a "I've always been looking for you"
buried beneath "I've given up on finding you"

Perhaps she can already see it in my eyes
And through my actions, but I feel like
The least I can say to her is
"I built this raft sturdy with my own two hands
So that my dream girl could climb come on.
And now that you're here - I'll never let you drown"