Amidst the emerald canopy, a whisper grows,
A symphony of cascading waters flows,
Dancing to a tune that nature composes,
In the heart of wilderness, a secret discloses.

Veils of silver mist rise and twirl,
Each droplet in a timeless whirl,
Carving paths in ancient stone,
Whispering secrets, never alone.

The roar and hush in endless play,
A testament to night and day,
Lifeblood of the forest, pure and clear,
Singing songs for all to hear.

In the depths of this watery embrace,
Lies a world of boundless grace,
Where time stands still and spirits soar,
At the feet of the waterfall’s lore.