The river,
with unfettered flow,
Moved
through tight conduits,
Creating
foam born of fierce speed.
It
splattered the ancient rocks
Vainly
blocking the assault.
Above, the
fall poured its waterload
To the roll
of ten timpani.
The river
was hushed, still,
Beyond the
noisy fall.
It
reflected, without effort, the sunrays
Shining
through the clouds above.
Easy and
warm,
A man laid
down on earth's mattress,
To dream of
the fall beyond.
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