Chasing waterfalls cold clear collecting all the water. It's looming down in form in all, and some. The water so passingly. What makes water? Before the sunshines= Give warmth, and cheer. Along comes with heavy drops of summer rain. Again and again the rains repeat. Lute plays a deep melody over the drops of rain. On this earth there are your rhythms sad and wistful. While the leaves have me looking back and the leaves fall like my sleeves. Colors seem to turn at last. Given me room , drops in setting face of the sun. If ever a color.