When I see a waterfall I know
there is an angel,
backfloating on the river above,
her tresses tumbling
down the cliff in cascading 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 rush of water, white,
plunging down the precipice,
catching a rainbow on its way,
againat green so rich-
surely, I see Heaven.
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