Spring
Chirp of a robin
landing on a blooming branch
Squealing its sharp call.
Winter
Vile evil cold
veil wiping out the sky
a struggle to live.
Spring
Chirp of a robin
landing on a blooming branch
Squealing its sharp call.
Winter
Vile evil cold
veil wiping out the sky
a struggle to live.
The amazing waterfall gushing down ,
Like a massive downpour.
The waterfall overflowing,
Into a beautiful blue lagoon.
An incredible ,sparkling waterfall,
That glistened in the light.
The trees swishing,
In the gentle breeze.
A cascade of water,
showering downward bellow,
The wondrous rocks.
The huge well known waterfall,
Called the Niagara Falls.
The roaring waterfall thunders,
Smashing onto the calm lake below,
Bringing up foam from the depths,
As tiny fishes dart and swish around.
The lake, a haven of serenity,
A home for many creatures,
Who bask in the warm shallows,
Keeping away from the torrents of water.
Huge cascades of water are hurled,
Creating many ripples that fade and die,
After lapping the rocks decorating the shore,
Dampening the powdery golden sand.
An avalanche of clear liquid,
Competing to make the most noise,
then the sudden change,
As the deluge hits the water,
And as it becomes the calm,
And serene lagoon that is the home,
Of many minute and bantam lives,
That belong to fishes and crabs and others in the bay.
Overhead, the leaves of Autumn,
Golden-brown and ready to drop,
Hang precariously from sturdy trunks,
That will sink and die in the heavenly blue waters.
The never ending howl of waters,
Like a provoked thunderstorm,
Is wiped out under the sky-blue lough,
Where dancing sunlight sends beams underwater.
Flimsy trunks of beeches,
As well as huge beasts of oaks
Shelter the quiet bayou,
From breezes and gusts of wind alike.
Filtering light seeping in through leaves,
Lights up the waterfall and the azure lake,
Glinting like a million ornate diamonds,
And illuminating the fiery-red leaves.
The turquoise basin of water,
The many tiny squirrels and hedgehogs,
Lapping happily at the liquid,
The life-giving, precious thing, the best in the world.
The beaches of ground rocks,
Shells and many other things,
Making the yellow-white sand,
A nature-made bed.
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