Waterfall

In the woods, up in the mountains,

Where it's lush and green and cool,

There are many little lakes and streams,

And little mountain pools.

Not only are they works of beauty,

But they serve a purpose, too,

They supply the creatures of the forest,

Both with water and with food.

Mostly they are quiet spots,

Where man retires to reflect,

He likes the stillness and serenity,

Which helps refresh his God respect.

Often further in the mountains,

Sometimes above a pool or pond,

Are even grander signs of God,

To which man excitedly responds.

An ear gives man his first alert,

A loud roar high in the mountain,

He rounds a curve and then observes,

A crashing water fountain.

Majestic and magnificent,

Man stands back in total awe,

Humbled in God's presence,

At a tumultous waterfall.

Bejeweled by rays of sunshine,

Drops splash crystalline and pure,

Can't be captured for the market,

But here are free and lovelier.

At the edges of the rushing falls,

Forest creatures come to bathe,

Bear cubs frolic in the water,

And deer stand near to watch them play.