White Waterfall

The clouds wash into earth,

a waterfall guarding the entrance

to the heavens and gods

Olympus’ polished marble gates

awaits at the seat of the snow

Hephaestus’ pure smoke,

breathes tufts down the falls

A palace for the good and stingy

The perfect balance between love and deceit

A place where gods sleep

and art flows like a river

Billowing bushes

bushels of white cloud and holy water

Feed into the ungrateful earth

Cusped into dusted, unworthy hands

And brought to the lips of promising children

She sings your praises from the heights above

Bringing fertility to your town,

Good harvest to your crops,

And Great luck to your mines

So hand-picked humans

In arm-opened houses

Would taste the humid aromas

Down at the feet

Of the deities' waterfall