18/09/2025
A rush of sound, a misty, cool embrace,
The mountain pours, then finds its wilder space.
A silver veil, a curtain of pure might,
Plunging to depths in dazzling, liquid light.
It carves the rock with ceaseless, patient art,
A wild, white dance that captures every heart.
Through emerald moss and ferns it leaps and sighs,
Reflecting rainbows where the crystal spray flies.
The air is thick with life, a sacred hum,
Where ancient stone and flowing waters come
To meet, to mingle, in a timeless stream,
A whispered promise, or a waking dream.
This force of nature, never quite the same,
A monument to life, a vibrant flame.
It calls to us, to be both strong and free,
In the vast power of its immensity.
