
Mountain breasts of our mother earth,
keep powerful secrets close to her heart.
One can only hope to behold such a sight,
to feast our eyes, and sigh out all doubts.
The magnificent love and powerful splendor,
awakening our instincts of spiritual nature.
Is it the call of our hearts or the visual pleasure,
to bask our senses in her tender hush.
Some wander hectic through life.
Not able to hear,
see, feel and breathe,
the waterfall's cleansing wonder.
As the snow melts, so does our hearts,
perhaps this is why..our mother weeps,
both tears of joy,
and tender relief.
The waters fall.








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