The waterfall you saw
The waterfall you saw today is gone
And wont cascade again. Come dawn
Tomorrow it’ll be morphed into a rill
Following a rocky route downhill,
Entering a lake or maybe a river.
And wont cascade again. Come dawn
Tomorrow it’ll be morphed into a rill
Following a rocky route downhill,
Entering a lake or maybe a river.
The memorable bit of your leisure
Is only a photo. Not to worry, though;
If you should return tomorrow
There'll be another waterfall
At the same place. It will enthrall
Hikers tomorrow who rest in awe
Since the waterfall’s beauty has no flaws.
The cascade of water they admire
Will flow on, to the adjoining shire
To become an unidentifiable part
Of the same lake or river where your
Waterfall went yesterday. That’s where
And how beauty passes away here.
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