Angel's Tears

Angel's Tears

He sat atop a precipice
for Heaven was nearby
and looked upon the work of God,
a tear fell from his eye.

Forever, tears would plummet down
and join the water's flow.
The trickles of a tiny stream
make mighty rivers grow.

The Angel saw and smiled down,
creation had been kissed
and all the love-filled tears he shed
became the gentle mist.

There upon the valley floor
a wondrous rainbow gleams;
enchantment in a special place,
magic made from dreams.

Again the waters find their home
beneath the clearest sky;
a waterfall has cleansed it all
with the tear of an angel's eye.

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