Thursday, June 2, 2016


From the high mountains she tumbles and rolls,
reaching the brim of the deep valley's cup.
Then drops gustily with thunder and roar,
displaying the might that nature stores up.
She bounces on rocks with vigour untold,
sprinkling fountains of water with much force.
Appears as tho many tongues unfold,
each gushing from a mysterious source.
Such enveloped in her magical mist,
the rainbows spread their long colourful wings.
Dazed I stand this dazzling whiteness amidst,
and wonder how unblinking she so blings.
If ever a structure that portrays love-
matchless remains the architect above.

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