Deception Falls Poem by Sydne Morris

There is a place
where trees grow freely
by this small narrow path
of a never-dead river
that keeps everything alive
in body and spirt
the sound of nature
makes it seem this place
can not be on Earth
Suddenly cars go by
ripping reality back to it's balance
Finally there is a bridge
protecting whoever crosses it
the beauty there never stops nor sleeps
However, at the beginning
of this breath taking path
is a sign that calls this land
DECEPTION FALLS

Dedicated to Deception Falls Park in Washington State