The city is off in the distance, with its murmuring cars and neon lights-
Oh how they are missing the falls true colors.
They adore the smallest of Her beauty,
But I shall not complain.
I have nature all to myself now.
I have witnessed the leaves come and go many times.
I have seen Her work being both destructive and kind.
The clouds form a blanket as far as the eye can see
helping keep the valley warm.
The brightest stars shine through, and though they are dim,
they are bright nonetheless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The brightest stars shine through, and though they are dim, they are bright nonetheless. Nice!