The WaterFall
We pushed forward along the trail
Drawn by the roar that wooed us to come and see
Its perpetual song prevailed
Its thunderous beats speaking to our soul, harmony
Inviting us to a place of provision
To come enjoy the mystery of its chaotic peace
With its mighty and yet simple concision
Convinced the voices of anxiety to cease
It was a fluid and cold work of art
That spoke to the heart’s deepest call
Majestic from the crest of its very start
And crescendoing at, the waterfall
Like music to the ears
Inciting the soul to dance
One must overcome their fears
Be spontaneous and take a chance
But oh, what mystery to behold
When one takes a risk that they might fall
Through forest trails made bold
Standing bravely at the waterfall
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MDStone (
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A sense of calming and becoming at ease in the midst of nature, enjoyed the read
I have stood at many and they all charm me. There is something special about falling water and in a force it becomes a symphony. A most lovely write
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