T. Rob Brown's Crawling Waters

The calm, but powerful waters crawl

Ever onward, ever downward -- slightly

Though poweful, here they are so small

Such tiny little skirmishes, flowing so lightly

Faster now and wild it runs

Toward the grand display

Louder than a hundred guns

The sound of the waters at play

And I, below, a spectator of this -- God's beauteous sight

I watched the mighty water falls

Though beautiful by day, even moreso at night

Cascade downhill -- Niagara Falls

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