Waterfall
In one river in a valley
on its journey to the sea;
water cannot be compressed
so forces endlessly
around fallen logs and shale,
with barriers, no rest at all,
and then displays its power
when becomes a waterfall.
Flowing rushes constantly
over rock, shadow and fern,
falling free and noisily;
there is no tide to turn.
There’s rainbows in the mist
of the tumbling cascade
until a settling pool
where the waterfall does fade.
We can stand back in awe;
see many natural features,
and perhaps get a glimpse
of wary living creatures,
where a waterfall’s a barrier
for life in waters deep,
who gather in the pool,
for the climb is rather steep.
But Mother Nature’s instinct
with a plan, wait patiently
for a rage filled deluge
before traveling to the sea.
It is them against the flood
in a reverse tug of war,
with repeat of generations
like those of years before.
In natures natural beauty
and its amazing scenery;
from outback to the ocean;
inland brown to greenery.
On lakes, coastal estuaries,
where mountain ash grows tall;
few vistas match the pleasure,
of gazing at a waterfall.
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