One of mother nature’s most photogenic children
Always being admired for their beauty
Watched and photographed in awe

But what isn’t seen is the flesh and blood inside the waterfall that fears every moment
The flesh and blood that is always on edge, just about to fall until it does onto rough, jagged rocks

And never is there anyone waiting at the bottom to make sure it's okay

So the flesh and blood inside the waterfall feels the rocks stabbing every square inch of its being only to be photographed and admired by those around it
The flesh and blood inside the waterfall experiences both pain and fear every waking moment of its existence

But never does anyone think to consider that the waterfall may not be as fleshless and bloodless as the photographs portray