The Rha Falls, Skye.
Twice Over the Edge
The rain falls, the Rha falls,
In an enchanted hidden glen,
To rush along its’ moss-tipped banks,
from the heights of hill and ben.
The swell of crystal water,
Tumbles down eroded rock,
To cascade down a second time,
Amidst reaching ferns and stalks.
The sisters softly coddled,
By a lacy, emerald blanket,
Brought to life by Rha’s sweet spray,
To hide stone hard and cold as granite.
Kayleigh T. Miller