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.