A silver thread from mountain’s brow,
Tumbling down with graceful flow.
Ripples glisten, sunlight’s play,
Dancing waters find their way.
Leaping over mossy stones,
A thousand murmurs, gentle tones.
Cool and clear in shaded glades,
Where ferns bow down and sunlight fades.
Endless movement, never still,
A liquid path down valley hill.
Rushing, falling, soft and free,
Drawing lines of poetry.
A journey onward, wild and true,
Reflecting skies of endless blue.
Through quiet pools and roaring spray,
Falling water finds its way.
Falling water flows freely, like our life's journey—dynamic, ever-changing, finding its true path. Connect with the Falling Water and find your path with the Falling Water Hoops.
Sincerely Yours,