Niagara
Cascading into the abyss
With a roar of a thousand lions
Echoing down craggy canyon walls,
Plunging and carving solid rock
Into a mad torrent;
Yet the finer misty droplets
Billow above like a standing ovation
To God for a creation
Only his hands could craft.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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