Niagara Falls
The roar, a constant thunder,
not of a storm passing,
but a presence, always.
Green water, a deceptive calm before the plunge.
A lip, vast and unforgiving,
relinquishing its hold.
Then the white fury,
a churning, frothing chaos,
swallowing light and sound.
Mist rises, a constant veil,
kissing skin, dampening air,
a rainbow promise
when the sun dares to break through.
The ground trembles, a subtle vibration,
a reminder of the immense power
unleashed, endlessly.
Tourists gawk, small figures
against the immensity,
awe etched on their faces.
Nature's raw, untamed heart, pouring itself out,
a spectacle that humbles,
a force that endures.
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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