Oh this is so beautiful...if you don't mind this is a poem I wrote and I think it decribes this perfectly:
If I were poetry I would flow so smoothly, almost like a raging river winding steadily through the canyon, sending heavy rippling waves against the walls. Finally, at journey's end tumbling, roaring into a sparkling, bubbling giant waterfall.
Just but wait..the journey's not yet finished..there's more to do. The waterfall has formed a tranquil lake of submerged beauty bringing forth nature's charms without adieu. If I were poetry I would tell you please draw up a seat of moss against my bank, rest your weary head upon my green softness as the gentle waves of my poetry lulls you to sleep forgetting anything rank.
Let the magic of nature regale you with it's unsurpassed sounds Listen to nature, you can almost hear the fairies flitting from flower to flower......wonder abounds. As evening draws near, moonrise is steady and it's blessings I hold dear. Listen closely you can almost hear If I were poetry....It would be very clear.
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I love it! Mesmerizing!
Gem :-)
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Both the picture are great. Helen
OMG, I wanna GOOOO there!!
:) Carol
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OH WOW!! I do believe this is my favorite photo yet. I'd love to be sitting on that bank fishing.
Stupid alerts, I have missed out on a lot of stuff here.
Lahoma :)
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Oh this is so beautiful...if you don't mind this is a poem I wrote and I think it decribes this perfectly:
If I were poetry I would flow so smoothly, almost
like a raging river winding steadily through the
canyon, sending heavy rippling waves against the walls.
Finally, at journey's end tumbling, roaring into a sparkling,
bubbling giant waterfall.
Just but wait..the journey's not yet finished..there's
more to do.
The waterfall has formed a tranquil lake of submerged
beauty bringing forth nature's charms without adieu.
If I were poetry I would tell you please draw up a seat
of moss against my bank, rest your weary head upon
my green softness as the gentle waves of my poetry
lulls you to sleep forgetting anything rank.
Let the magic of nature regale you with it's unsurpassed
sounds
Listen to nature, you can almost hear the fairies flitting
from flower to flower......wonder abounds.
As evening draws near, moonrise is steady and it's
blessings I hold dear.
Listen closely you can almost hear
If I were poetry....It would be very clear.
Sandi
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Beautiful!
Trick or treat. : )
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Candace
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