When I picture a waterfall,
I see an angel floating on her back
on the river above,
her tresses tumbling
down the cliff in cascading curls,
or a fairy's blanket laid out to dry,
finest gossamer
shifting in the wind,
shimmering in the light.
What if I just see water white,
plunging down the precipice,
catching a rainbow on its way
against green so rich?
Surely, I see Heaven.
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