Like a ribbon of milk over the cliff,

It came rushing down with a terrible temper,

And it appeared it were running away -

Running from what, though, I thought.

I heard it slap the rocks

And I saw it glint in some spots,

Where the sun could reach,

With its many little hands.

I watched this perched not far away,

On the kind of rock you ought not be perched atop.

For it swayed in the breeze,

And threatened to fall into the cold breath-taking abyss.

I watched without ever trying to help,

For I was much too scared

Of whomever it was running from.

Without warning, my perch began to slide,

And just in time, I leaped – I jumped,

Landing on solid ground,

Watching as it fell down.

And at that moment I felt sad and lonely,

My seat was gone,

There was no one left…

Except for the sheet of white glass.

But by then it was much too late,

For, I saw, it had finally fallen,

Ending its journey – its escape -

And already replaced by more pouring down.

Forgotten amongst all who had fallen,

Its pursuer chasing it’s next victim.

Carried downstream and lost forever.