Ode to a Waterfall
Oh grand and majestic waterfall.
You can make me feel so small.
In spite of the fact that you are feral,
brave souls have gone over you in a barrel.
Lost souls have faced you on the silver screen,
and given you the reputation of being mean.
Yet if they fall to the violent pool below,
they always survive your treacherous flow.
But I know in real life, if you gave an icy hug,
you could crush as swiftly as I could crush a bug.
Waterfall, oh waterfall, you have such power and grace.
When I’m in your presence, my heart begins to race.
So I will stand in respect of your thunderous boom,
before the sound of you sends me to the nearest restroom.