- The bellowed roar of golden falls has since become a drop
- That echoes through the empty cave that once filled to the top,
- Then rainbows pierced the cavern walls and drained the lake near dry.
- And now the houred drip can’t fill the empty storeys high.
- But through the holes left in the wall, a butterfly did come,
- And then a crow, and then a bee, and then a growing hum.
- Just seconds pass until the cave is filled with vibrant life.
- Now flocks of butterflies fill up the space where water rifed,
- And hymns of countless flying crows are roaring through the cave,
- While swarms of sweetly smelling bees soar black and yellow waves.
- The sun sends rays of pink and red and fiery orange, too,
- Straight through the holy apertures where wing and talon flew.
- The soul ablaze with sounds and sights of nature unrestrained,
- Baptized with light from sun and moon and twinkling stars unchained.
- Where once the golden lake had stood, the dusty words had fed,
- Is filling up with welcomed sounds of shining life instead.
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