The falls...
I sit on the hard wet rock,My feet dangling 50 below.
I smell the fresh water,
sparkling, swaying under me.
I see the little rush of water,
falling from the falls.
I hear the sound of birds,
whistling in the trees above me.
I taste the cool, wet mist,
of the sparkling wet falls.
Then I know Awwww...
Its the feeling of summer.
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