When suddenly he spied a large face,
Built onto a wall imbedded in the rock.
Out of it’s mouth poured a crystal white stream,
A waterfall the pounded upon the rocks below,
And made the most angelic sound as it did so.
He walked over to the face and sat on the ledge,
Dangling his feet and listening to the melodic sound.
Whilst resting, the boy noticed the face on the wall was sad.
“Dear face upon the wall, why are you so sad?”
But the wall did not reply.
The boy realised that the water was flowing from his mouth,
And was keeping him from speaking.
He traced the stream on the other side,
Walked it’s bends and eventually stumbled upon it’s source.
Wedging several stones and logs,
He managed to block the water off,
And then dashed back to the wall to ask his question,
Once again.
He asked,
“Dear face upon the wall, why are you so sad?”
Slowly and carefully,
The wall moved it’s lips,
And replied…
“The water stops me from speaking,
I hear the tune that is played as it hits below,
And I want to sing along but I can’t.”
The wall frowned.
A few moments passed,
And the boy spoke again.
“Dear face upon the wall, don’t you see?
You are the one who makes the melody.
The water comes from you,
And it makes its glorious sound,
All because of you,
For otherwise, would flow along the ground.”
The face smiled,
And bits of stone cracked off it’s chin.
The boy hurried quickly back to his dam,
Pulled it apart,
And let the waters flow once more.
When he returned to the face once again,
He could see,
The smile had remained,
As the melody once again played.