Plaintive

Rushing over rocks,

From height gushing forth.

Water and heart both,

Softly knocks.

Spilling a few droplets over folks,

Silent to that symphony stood,

under an oath.

Let mind open itself to growth.

It may seem small talk,

Symphony of water over stones.

But I hear thy heart groans,

Tossed from above,once thy throne.

Reduced to broken bones.

A few notes of music to ears,

Story of adventure and fears.