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Seasons of the Falls
The water starts its journey,
high up on the hill,
and through the many ages,
gouged this scenic sight.
Laurels, pines, and cedars,
line both sides of its decent.
A shallow pool, with well worn rocks and stones,
one hundred feet below.
In spring time, the early rains,
and melting snows, cause a massive flow.
The crashing roar echos, through the valley down below.
The heavy mist, so very thick, bordering
on rain, drench all that dare to near,
huddle at its base.
In summer, the waters flow,
slows down to just a trickle.
Still nice to sit beside the shallow pool,
and soak ones weary feet.
The autumn brings the colors,
it does not disappoint.
Laurel leaves, shine in the breeze,
fall colors all around.
In winters time, unlike the rains and snows,
that comes and goes,
the water falls keep falling.
The spray a frozen mist,coats all within its reach.
layer upon layer, thicker every day.
The laurel leaves and branches,
encrusted in white ice.
The pines and cedars. ...
suffer the same plight.
The ice keeps getting thicker,
thicker even more.
Until the falls, and all around,
become entombed. ..
Frozen in their forms.
high up on the hill,
and through the many ages,
gouged this scenic sight.
Laurels, pines, and cedars,
line both sides of its decent.
A shallow pool, with well worn rocks and stones,
one hundred feet below.
In spring time, the early rains,
and melting snows, cause a massive flow.
The crashing roar echos, through the valley down below.
The heavy mist, so very thick, bordering
on rain, drench all that dare to near,
huddle at its base.
In summer, the waters flow,
slows down to just a trickle.
Still nice to sit beside the shallow pool,
and soak ones weary feet.
The autumn brings the colors,
it does not disappoint.
Laurel leaves, shine in the breeze,
fall colors all around.
In winters time, unlike the rains and snows,
that comes and goes,
the water falls keep falling.
The spray a frozen mist,coats all within its reach.
layer upon layer, thicker every day.
The laurel leaves and branches,
encrusted in white ice.
The pines and cedars. ...
suffer the same plight.
The ice keeps getting thicker,
thicker even more.
Until the falls, and all around,
become entombed. ..
Frozen in their forms.
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Seasons of the Falls
Seasons of the Falls
