The Hidden Waterfall

In a valley in the Alps,

Across a wooden bridge,

Cascading down the mountainside,

The path along the ridge,

A gently flowing waterfall,

Less traveled, on the way,

Quite hidden from the well-worn path,

Oasis for the fae,

For magic does not blossom,

In the crowded streets of noise,

It blossoms now in stillness,

Focus on the simple joys,

And so this hidden waterfall,

On paths less traveled by,

Will guide you now upon your way,

And upwards you shall fly.

-Pamela Storch