The tales of a great wave crossing oceans and destroying, Paling to the loss of collective spirit Sewn by the alien wave of conflicting cultures. Passing stone wall and terraces, surviving the Crest, But idle without the communion of collective muscle. The path steepens as the water-way turns silver. We pass ancient trees turned to modern medicine, Small re-birth of old healing ways. The Bearman tells of of many uses for the bounty that surrounds Hope for a further generation to again tap the richness.
Eyes catch first glimpses of the surging cascades.
The way becomes treacherous, forcing navigation of the rushing stream. The roar beckons and splendor suddenly fills experience. We feel welcomed by the crystal pools. Bracing water surrounds as airborne Bear announces his presence. Stinging sheets of jeweled water bend the Sun in brilliant color.