I think there are some rhythmic issues, but hey, I was never much hand at poetry anyway. And the character limit didn’t let me finish the poem on how the cliff decided to live out its life to the fullest, or to find true love, or to be content with itself. Or whatever life lesson you wish to insert.

hmmmm. i’m not sure what to say here. oh wait, that sounds like an insult – no no no, in the good way. i just can’t think today, but i liked this nonetheless. which also sounds like an insult.
i’m just going to stop talking.

I thought it was lovely, a nice little allegory based on a lovely picture. I see what you mean about the ending, but you could also look at it as open ended as if to tell us we all have to find our own meaning in the conundrum, make our own decision of how to deal with the inherent drive to desire what we don’t have.