a natural scenery

Still waters that run deep
have fallen upstream
off the cliff on harsh rocks
and exploded into white sprays
catching the sun's iridian rays
casting rainbows against blue skies,
cutting the fields and plains
it swathes swatches of green
in churning waters white
as it races towards the ocean,
but few see  journeys past,
all they see is a quiet,
slow river flowing silently,
for none hears its roar
the song of tinkling waters,
in flurries of silvered white,
or see clouds fleeting
on blue waters,
glinting sunlight waves
fallen trees on its shores
where the minnow and bass nest.