From the top of the mountain, yet through the haze
A waterfall flows, as natures spring,
Into the landscape, as a beautiful maze,
Cutting its path like a long curling string,
A natural beauty, displaying it’s strength,
Carving it’s destiny, to the stream below,
Flowing with ease, to it’s fullest length,
With cool, clear water, as it continues it’s flow,
The chilling of air, the color of leaves,
Fall is fading and Winter is near,
Soon to bring snow, to cover the trees,
Only to share, natures waterfall tear.
B J Ayers
B.J. Ayers
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