Victoria Falls
Seas blue to waters grey,
Skies clear to rainy day.
On a starry night glowing,
With a gentle breeze blowing,
Wispy trails of cirrus, materialise,
And invade the clear transluscent skies.
From gentle stirrings in a cup of tea,
And calm trade winds on a quiet blue sea,
Frail cirrus to meancing cumulus gives way,
Hiding the sunshine in tumultuous clouds of grey.
From snow capped mountains to the distant sea,
The rivers of life evaporate silently,
And return their muddy waters perpetually,
To timeless oceans and the churning sea.
Seas blue to waters grey,
Skies clear to rainy day.
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