Holly And Waterfall

Bright as a sword,
Swift as a hawk,
Straight as a spear it falls
From a cleft in the hill
To our feet
With a force to have cloven
The rock that it pounds

Water's too soft
To split rock.
But a berry
Dropped by a bird
In a crevice
Exploded a root and a shoot
Softer than water
Yet able to open
The crack like a wedge

Now there's a tree
With a myriad leaves
Glittering like mail
In the spray,
As the fall
Pummels the rock
The berry has cloven in two.