The Waterfall An English Sonnet

Water flowing downward from the hilltop Meandering through gullies and the fell Even bigger mountains for the backdrop Where it really starts so hard to tell Reaching a low cliff it becomes airborne And plunges to the pool not far below Down there in amongst the thriving buckhorn Where fish live in the depths and lesser flow Colours dance in spray that rises swirling And wetting all the plants for yards around Then duck and dive, and begin the twirling Accompanied by crashing water sound The strength of nature has me in its hold A power that has been since time untold January 31 2020 I am struggling a bit here, totally new to me. If I did not get it, so be it. I would like a hint where I went wrong