The Path by the Falls

The motion greets me first,
A rhythmic rushing sound
As I approach the edge,
Feet planted on the ground

I linger and I stare
At whirling pools of white
Their power is immense,
I marvel at the sight

The surface bubbles over,
Crashing into rock
Weathered, worn and washing,
I listen as I walk

Spray flies forth to find me,
Cool mist on my face
Strength interlaced with beauty
Some magic in this place

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