Autumn Waterfall
By Erica W
Splash Sploosh,
The water trailed down into the unknown abyss,
Wrapping itself around any rock ahead as it rushed down,
Down,
Down.
A think grey mist covers the end,
A mystery remains of where the water will end,
The waterfall felt like a warm winter morning,
Mysterious yet majestic.
Beside the water was filled with trees,
Their aesthetic yellow and orange leaves,
Danced about in the musical wind,
Water spraying onto them as they danced,
Through the water, they went.