Call Upon The Molweni

The Molweni River
 bows, beneath the ruggedness of
Everton Gorge.
Her beauty aroused,
 as she joins the
Nhukutu,  along the
 steep descent,
 through  pink
sandstone cliffs.  
  
A spray,  of fine mist conceals the granite
as the sun looks
down from a
 cloudless sky.

Silence,    
but for the sound
 of a hushed
murmur,   the
 force of the
spiral wind, tells
of the Gorges
 submissive role
 now, centuries old.  
  
In the pool below
the falls, maidenhair
fern now laden
with the spill of
the river,  closes
her fronds,  allowing
moss and lichen to stretch, and receive
their portion.
 
Sharing it's wealth
among the boulder-strewn river valley,
is wild orchid.  
Her exotic contrast
 in shades of
Fuschia and Scarlett dominate the
 landscape as
 petals open, and
extends their vibrant color into the
balmy air  
  
The river's presence captivates me it's
power defines my meekness.
I walk this valley
floor no less than
 humbled surrounded
 by her awesome
beauty.

My  concept changes
  as the River over-
takes  time and
space, the sun and
the moon .
Feeling  a sense
of voyeurism  I
recede from the
 forested floor to
take my place
 high above
 the Molweni River.