Perhaps you were too afraid and stupid,

To swim in those waterfalls, I made

At the balcony of the sky,

Plucking the stars and painting them in your favorite colour.

For you.

Or is it my sheer imprudence;

To serve water to the Almighty Pacific.

Yet don't misconstrue for this water as suburban as yours.

You must be gigantic but this is indeed beautiful.

Unlike yours, the salt it witnesses is of the tears a lover shed last night.

Anyways, let it lose its beauty,

Let it be your sole ornament.

Like a flower that beautifies a tree, knowing

It would soon die and be succeeded.

Meanwhile the tree shall live and grow.

Though the tree will have flowers again,

Let me be the most blooming.

The brave and gentle,

For the tree itself shall feel my shed.

The tree even though will have more flowers again;

Yet none like me. 

For only I know about its unfathomable roots,

Heedless about the capillary stem.

Grant my waterfall to be the only ornament that shields.

Let it jump off the cliff to you,

For others sink. It flies.

Let it be the sole, solely yours.

Let it be suicidal.