When I see a waterfall I know
there is an angel,
backfloating on the river above,
her tresses cascading
down the cliff in tumbling curls,
or maybe
a fairy's blanket is laid out to dry
finest gossamer,
shifting in the wind,
shimmering in the light.
What if
I just saw a waterfall?
Rush of water
plunging down the precipice
surrounded by green so rich-
surely, I see Heaven.
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