The Waterfall

The cold, mysterious breeze blows the slim branches,

The crunchy leaves fly around giving everything a fragrant, perfumed smell.

Water splashes like a volcano about to erupt.

Gently accompanied with a whiff of salty air,

The beautiful water rushes down the slippery, mossy rocks.

Water fills a puddle for the animals to play,

As the misty air makes its way to the trees.

White foam covers the dreamy blue lake,

As the rough rocks grate the edges of my feet,