The water is brown,
rough
pulling up the mud
and churning it
to the surface,
angry and loud,
warning.
It is out of control
flowing over rocks,
smacking the surface
like a slap and then
swirling in mad circles,
catching anything
in its wake,
pulling it into
the chaos.
A week ago
it flowed more calmly,
dark blue and green,
active and serene.
The moods of these falls are
reminders that even the
rough
times will calm down.
The water will sit silent,
reflecting the clouds and
the birds coasting
above the surface
like a mirror,
building up strength
for the next storm.
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