Yarick Stolyar
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Beneath Yellowstone’s vast blue sky,
The Lower Falls roar wild and high,
A silver ribbon, fierce and free,
Carving earth’s own history.
The trail winds steep through pine and stone,
A path where nature claims her throne,
Each step brings closer to the spray,
Where mist and light in dance display.
Rainbows arch above the roar,
A fleeting gift along the shore,
But as you stand and watch the fall,
A quiet sorrow grips you all.
For time will wear the canyon deep,
And waters change as ages creep,
What’s here today may fade away—
A fleeting gift, not meant to stay.
So cherish now the thunder’s song,
For soon this wonder may be gone,
The Lower Falls, both fierce and grand,
A fleeting jewel in God’s hand.