Oh great rushing falls!
Fountain of happiness!
You were mine today!
I craned my neck,
First, my ears, to find you!
We tumbled happily down
the well worn path,
My new-found friend and I,
Through softly-falling mist.
Your leafy bowers were beckoning us
To climb your heights.
Wishing well, are you still there?

Romayne Waye
October 1, 1977