No longer a spray
pinning mist to the moss
dripping from the ferns.
Silence fell calm to the falls.
With the gravity of God’s breath
a cadence of the descent
dripping from the ferns.
No longer a cloud.
Leaving only a tick
with the vacuum of the sounds
like a pendulum sweeping.
Silence fell calm to the falls.









hello dearest Adagio this poem made me feel peaceful thank you ❤️
Thank you, Brenda.