I use to hold a waterfall in my hand. I thought I could hold it forever and cherish its beauty. It seeped through my hands and splashed upon my soul each day. The sound of the cascade afforded me hours of peaceful sleep each night. I loved it so much I would never put it down or let it rest. I awoke this morning and my hands were dry. I held it captive so long it died in my love. Now there is no beauty. I stole its soul and have nothing to show for it.