Mist rises from the tumbling water,
Dusting pines with shimmering grace,
Stripes of colors in pastel arcs,
All disappear at the waterfall's base.
On the trestle off in the distance,
An iron horse breathes spires of steam,
Walls of the chasm carved through all time,
Form a frame for this perfect scene.
Standing amidst all of this wonder,
Undisturbed here by the progress of man,
In awe of this natural beauty,
I slowly drink in all I can.