
I found the falls where the rivers end.
I stood at the crumbling edge of the world
And watched pieces of my world descend.
I climbed to the summit where the earth meets the sky,
I found the ice where the rivers are born.
I stood at the craggy top of the world,
High above the swirling storms.
I wander the paths of the forests once more,
Which were revived by the nourishing rain.
The roots of the trees are clutching the soil,
Keeping everything from crumbling away.
very strong words for such a soft photograph!
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