...Fourteen Falls...
The great waters thumping the rocks
The small boats all on their docks,
The rush of the wind between the trees
The small waters as the great seas,
I see the water foaming
As the pressure keeps on coming,
I see the beauty of division
And imagine the drops on collision
If only I could swim across
Even though I would go at a loss,
If only I could fly I say
So I could see from God's angle
And visualize the great tango
Between the waters and rocks,
Between the various parts of nature
All struggling to maintain their stature
Like tears the waters run
Reminds me of life's twists and turns,
Like the flow of a ripe woman
Uncontained the waters flow
So much so they put up a show,
A dance to the movement of the wind
And the unheard drumbeats of the air
Leaves leaving their branches
Just to join the excellent flow
Just to ride upon the fourteen divides.
On rocks some lie, on foam others ride
The falls of nature, all fourteen in harmony
Poetry by kip
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Written on 2006-01-26 at 15:44
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