A hidden behemoth
lies hidden there,
mover of mountains
carver of canyons,
energizer of streams;
river creator
tumbling and crashing,
as it falls
its way to sea.
Somewhere beneath it all,
a ruling force of nature
to be reckoned with
remains mostly
unrealized;
unseen.
Surface appearances
calm and serene
offer only subtle warning,
“Beware my beauty;
give due respect
to what
reigns in the deep.”
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