The Waterfalls Of Wu

Many have sought, And most have failed, To find the 'Falls of Wu, Where above ones head, Amidst the mists, Are rainbows bright, That arc and twist, That split the light in wondrous ways, With not the boring, tried and true, Red and orange, Yellow, green, and blue, And indigo and violet. Instead the swirling, storming, sprays, Make rays and rainbows to amaze, They shine of silver, Gleam of gold, They sparkle purple interwove with streaks of green, And make displays, As rainbows split, reform, and fade. And of this dream the Captain dreamed, To find his dream he once set out, Risking plagues and camisades, Facing floods, And daring droughts, Climbing mountains, Braving bears, Eating moss for six long days, Through numbing cold, And nightmare heat, He clawed and clambered on hands and feet, Till finally, Battered, bruised and bowed, He reached the Waterfalls of Wu. He stuck his flag there in the ground, And then, just trudged and tramped on through.