Niagara Falls

Niagara Falls Aboard the Maid of the Mist, drenched from the spray, Approaching Niagara Falls, I gaze in awe At this wondrous sight of the renowned cataract, Cascading fervently over the precipice And violently crashing down upon the rocks In a roiling boil is mesmerizing to see. And behold! Out of the mist a rainbow appears, Arching a span over the turbulent waters From where thunderous roars are heard and eddies swirl As if the heavens opened: “The Rapture is here!” With angels descending to carry Christians home. And I am small amongst giants (walking in the world Defenceless against nature’s challenging forces), Who will read “Insignificant” etched in my headstone. Unlike those who think their works will last forever, I’m like Niagara, trickling into the future.