The Waterfall (Poem)

I know not where you come from…

I know not where you go…

Do you come from frozen hill tops,

Or from hot springs down below?

Are you from the raindrops,

Or the brooks that flow?

Is there a path that leads you,

Or do you pave your own?

I wonder how you cut through,

The hard and mighty stone.

Do the birds and trees Thank Thee?

When you feed and make them grow.
Who trained and helped you dive here?

As a Cascade, in a place unknown.