Just like a waterfall

The clouds are shining in the sunset, the wind is dull and calm, and the birds are singing a chirping song,
rejoicing in a great wonderful day.
But the soul is on the stone, siting and listening, dealing with troubles and horrors, he whistles and thinks,
and tries to sing, along with the birds that are chirping.
And he cries as he thinks, of the pain that’s within and looks off into the sunset.
The grass is not green and the sand is cold, but the soul is still warm.
The Rock is cold, and the water is calm, and the soul lays there disfigured.
Soul drifts into the morrow as the sun sets off in the distance.
He chases the sun in his mind and try’s to work out for what would be in store tomorrow, but as he does not forget the pain that was set, and the glory wont be his tomorrow.
The soul is now lost as he turns his head and he listens to the waterfall, with a splash and a rush, the waterfall starts,
and the soul fly’s off into the distance.

Just like a waterfall.