Across The Falls Poem by Denis Martindale

While Mother Earth adorns herself
With splendid scenery,
It's God Himself who shares His wealth
Throughout eternity...
And so Man looks at all there is,
At mountains, rivers, lakes
And waterfalls bring instant bliss
And soothe our sad heartaches...

The wolf across the falls would go,
Observe his silvered fur,
Just like the water, all aglow,
Transparent, just a blur...
Mid-step, he hears a sudden sound,
Looks back, in case of harm,
Then glad there was no danger found,
With no cause for alarm...

Thus, on his journey, gingerly,
Across the falls once more,
With footsteps borne of certainty,
His balance ever sure...
Once safe, he'll take the time to stare
At God's great cavalcade,
Yet only Man gives thanks in prayer
For all the Lord has made...