Stridently trickling down, chasing waterfall
Sound of the fountain of life, answering to the call
Cleanses the soul and spirit, but it’s not a cure-all
Drizzling onto me, hoping nothing dodgy befall
A force of nature, who am I to scream and squall?
Both beautiful and brutal, flowing, and I feel small
Splashing like pearls, refreshingly good for one and all*
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
* A Monorhyme is a poem in which all the lines have the same end rhyme.