waterfalls cascade
in the tumultuous race
of many rivers...
above the raging chaos
delicate aspens stand strong
root tendrils straining
for a grip, a hope to rise
from polluted earth
to pure air and sunlit songs
...a chance for new beginnings
winds whipping branches
glinting silver among clouds
proudly prominent
yet echoing grace; dropping
warm leaves to shelter old homes
below stately boughs
roots ignore the charity...
if they creep through dirt
and wait, they may drink and bask
in the spray of waterfalls
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