Mystic Falls

The calming noise of water
Comes from the towering waterfall looking down on me,
The sound of the echo vibrates through the
Moist, wet dirt.

I crane my neck so I can see the leaf-covered sky,
And colourful birds sing elegantly, 
Overcoming the sound of the calming water.

Sticks crack loudly under feet,
As I make my way along the long dirt track.
I stray from the path and start to climb. 
My fingers grip onto the
Cold, black stone.

I crawl onto the cold stone shelf,
And look through the waterfall,
At the glamorous view.