Oil on Canvas 16" by 20"
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The Birth Of A Waterfall
The Birth Of A Waterfall
The river drew breath
At the precipice near
Behind it the mountains
Before it the sheer.
No longer a flow
But not yet a fall
In between purpose
Outside of its call.
The overture sings
Release and rebirth
Conceived between heaven
And pregnant earth.
The cascade sings
Exalted and free
The nameless name
Removed from decree.
The shortest while
The purest form
Adorns her vision
The recurring norm.
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