Waterfall Poem by Phil Soar

And when I stand alone beside the water's edge,
Where waterfalls meet rivers and the spray is like a ghostly mist
When the power breaks the fall and carries on its way
I marvel at the journey from the sky to the sea
As evidence is left in sediment on the canyon floor
Enriching the water and creating a new environment
Its dependents take the nutrients and the circle starts again
And all is beautiful and synchronized
Nature at its glorious best