She is a waterfall,
Her hair cascades in giggles,
As it falls from her mouth,
And she chokes on the strands.
They were only tourists,
there to bask in her halo,
a veil of mist,
and sunlight reflected in her smile.
They could never see the caves hidden,
Smothered behind her rocky cliffs,
Nor would they ever visit such caverns.
She was one waterfall in billions.
Each shining in their own glory.
And yet she could never see her own brilliance.