Waterfall
It showers down
where the earth meets the sky.
A million droplets
cascade upwards before they rain.
Below,
the churning water dives
into its depths,
then swims to leap up into the sunlight.
If you stand exactly where I look from,
you would swear it was all magical,
but finding where I once stood,
that would be the real magic.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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