Winding down its narrow, rugged gorge,
The River roars its thunderous refrain;
And, as it is its destiny to forge,
It draws even more power from the rain.
Ever so strongly, it beckons, it calls;
Ever so loudly, it issues its challenge.
With frothing white water and tumbling falls,
It delivers its message of dreadful revenge.
Marvel at me, it says to mankind;
Travel my pathway, feel my power.
Challenge my waters, see what you find;
Dare to attack me, my life is yours.
You can scorn me, deplore me, but you cannot refuse me;
Admire me, adore me, but please don't misuse me.
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