Cataract
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Water falls down
Gray and brown rocks
The sound roaring
Never boring
It’s pouring new spring rainfall
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Summer brings drought
Drying out falls
Throughout hot days
Shining grays dull
Sluiceways no longer noisy
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Icy cascade
Snow pack made fluid
Rocks fade under flow
Landing below
Where slow trickle brings new life.
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(A Yadu Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 