Under the Waterfall
Standing atop
A bluff so tall
Water cascades
Right down the waterfall,
A pool of blue
With turquoise hues,
Luscious greenery surrounds,
Taking in the sound.
Leaves sway in a gentle breeze,
Vines hang from the tress,
Leaves crunching beneath my feet.
Walking along the river bank,
Noticing trees long since sank,
The current flows,
A soft wind blows.
I smell rainwater and decaying wood,
I ponder staying here,
I wish I could.
Copyright © Nikki Pruitt | Year Posted 2022
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