Whisper of the Cascades

Upon the jagged cliffs they leap,
A thousand threads from shadows steep,
Silver veins through emerald seams,
Unraveling earth's eternal dreams.

A roar, a hymn, a velvet cry,
They kiss the stones, then breathe the sky.
Spray like diamonds, fierce yet fair,
Drifts in the sunlit, open air.

The ancient rocks, they wear away,
Yet in their fall, find life each day.
A paradox of strength and grace,
A fleeting touch in timeless space.

Through misty veils where rainbows hide,
Secrets linger, far and wide.
Soft murmurs in the water's flow,
Tales of where they've been, they show.

The moss clings tight, the fern bows low,
To honor rivers’ endless show.
Each drop a shard of whispered lore,
A fleeting gift, then nevermore.

Oh, waterfall, with reckless pride,
You carve the path where none reside.
A symphony of ceaseless art,
A pulse of nature’s untamed heart.