The Magic Waterfall

The hike is not too long

Following the creek

Crossing one side to the other

Over shaky wooden bridges

Stepping over fallen logs

Stopping now and then

To inspect a toadstool

Or a flowering beauty

Then…there it is

Cascading over rocks of ages

Laid down by stormy millennia

Smoothed by rushing waters

Icy from the mountain top

 

Now bring the children

Quarrelsome and cranky

Hot from the hike

Complaining of bugs

Take those same disgruntled children

Release them to the water

Watch them dip their feet into the edge

Jumping back at stinging cold

Give them freedom to get wet

To climb over mossy rocks

And slide down slippery slopes

Into icy pools below

Laughter rings off rocky cliffs

Heat and arguments forgotten 

As water works its magic

As only water can

Time stands still

There’s only present moments

Delighted cries of joy

Smiles of grownups

Sound of rushing water

Sun through towering trees

Skipping stones

Rolling logs

As children become angels

We’re in love with the world

An afternoon at Lost Creek, 7/26/14.

-Nancy Perkins