A poem of Waterfalls

 

Amidst the rugged terrain, Where rocky cliffs meet the sky, Lies a wonder that never wanes, A beauty that will never die.

Waterfall after waterfall, A symphony of sound and spray, All of them standing tall, In an endless display.

But what if I told you, That these cascading waters all, Are but remnants of a world anew, Shaped by the voice of God's call.

A world once melted and renewed, By a power beyond our sight, And as the water droplets spewed, The waterfalls were born in delight.

Now we gaze in awe, At these majestic sights we see, But let us not forget the raw, Power that created them to be.

For every waterfall we admire, Is a remnant of a world half-man once made, A world that was melted by fire, And left us these beauties in its fade.