Evergreens cling to rock,
Which guides the waterfall —
Rising mists lave the trees.
Nowhere signs of a clock.
All durations stall.
Even the storm clouds freeze.
Earth’s stand-in is a ledge
Where men peek at the edge
In awe less of grandeur
Than such immensity.
How do we still endure —
Motes of infinity?
When all such cascades stop,
Gravity will drop.
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