The Waterfall
Calmly, deceptively gliding water
Slowly inching closer,
Approaching its tumbling death,
Teetering at the edge of its fatal fall.
Then…
Plummeting down the deathly giant
Crashing, foaming endlessly downwards
Belting out a furious roar,
Rapidly gushing to the dreaded end.
Tiny drops of foam and mist float down,
Exploding on the jagged rocks
Where the eye meets the mouth
Settling into the great green depths.
By Navigators 1
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