Golden Falls

1. The bellowed roar of golden falls has since become a drop
2. That echoes through the empty cave that once filled to the top,
3. Then rainbows pierced the cavern walls and drained the lake near dry.
4. And now the houred drip can’t fill the empty storeys high.
5. But through the holes left in the wall, a butterfly did come,
6. And then a crow, and then a bee, and then a growing hum.
7. Just seconds pass until the cave is filled with vibrant life.
8. Now flocks of butterflies fill up the space where water rifed,
9. And hymns of countless flying crows are roaring through the cave,
10. While swarms of sweetly smelling bees soar black and yellow waves.
11. The sun sends rays of pink and red and fiery orange, too,
12. Straight through the holy apertures where wing and talon flew.
13. The soul ablaze with sounds and sights of nature unrestrained,
14. Baptized with light from sun and moon and twinkling stars unchained.
15. Where once the golden lake had stood, the dusty words had fed,
16. Is filling up with welcomed sounds of shining life instead.

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