Falling Beautifully

When we fall.

We could only hope to fall with such grace.

And beauty.

Falling hard-

We don’t do near as well.

If one of us starts to fall-

We move quickly.

Rarely quick enough to catch.

But if we stand still here

We can catch all that falls before us.

In splendor.

In awe.

And wonder about the power.

Of individual drops

Turning into a torrent of strength.

Wanting that strength.

For the times we fall.

Falling Gracefully With Power

I should hope to fall

To create

Something so spectacular.

With the power of my graceful decent.