Fall Creek Falls

Fall Creek Falls and ripples out and gives birth to a million mosses. Mystical flora rises dozens of meters around us and the trees’ whispering leaves bestow shade even as blades of grass shroud an ant army. Boulder juts out side of mountain Father Time’s furtive and wrinkled and weathering majestic face of granite broad, turned boldly against blue sky. Sticks for hiking zigzag across trail paths winding to the cascades, and the falls underfoot roots and pebbles around Nature’s blooming Springliness. And crossing a jungle twine bridge over cascades gushing floodwaters. Mind-numbingly soft limpid, yet colder than ice my goosebumps shake to the pitter-patter water rhythm. Memories are already desires in the evergreen tree sea.