What`s Falling?

The waterfalls were crisp and flowed beautifully

The freshest downfall, anyone could see

The liquid, an azure pall, over the small sea

The splashes were "visually" described clearly

Each droplet, was a dream achieved - Almost, nearly

At one moment free, before back to a homogeneous-

Reality. (A Question? Is simplicity shrouded as skillfulness?)

The cold concept was created concise

The crescendo that concealed was precise

The revelation, never revealed; so others can always splice

(A Clue! The metaphor, a typical poetic device.)

Composed By: Andrew Drucker