Rushing and gushing
The white water flows,
Over the rocks,
While the thundering grows
Louder and louder.
I can't hear you speak,
As the mighty river travels down
Hundreds of feet.
Feel the mist in your hair
And on your face,
While the waterfall descends
With consummate grace.
I could stay here all day
And be caught in wonder,
My brain being numbed
By the constant thunder.
But turn away I must
With a beautiful memory in time.
Return to life from this bliss sublime.
Gradually as we trek away
the noise grows less,
Saying "Come back soon
O do say "Yes"."
The white water flows,
Over the rocks,
While the thundering grows
Louder and louder.
I can't hear you speak,
As the mighty river travels down
Hundreds of feet.
Feel the mist in your hair
And on your face,
While the waterfall descends
With consummate grace.
I could stay here all day
And be caught in wonder,
My brain being numbed
By the constant thunder.
But turn away I must
With a beautiful memory in time.
Return to life from this bliss sublime.
Gradually as we trek away
the noise grows less,
Saying "Come back soon
O do say "Yes"."
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