In the heart of the forest deep,
A whisper of water begins to speak,
Dancing over rocks and moss,
A melody of nature, never lost.

Silver threads in the sun’s embrace,
A cascade of dreams in a gentle race,
The mist rises like a morning sigh,
Touching the heavens, kissing the sky.

Each drop sings a timeless song,
Of journeys vast and tales long,
In the quiet, a thunderous roar,
Telling secrets of ancient lore.

Stand beside and feel the spray,
Let it wash the world away,
In the waterfall’s eternal dance,
Find peace in nature’s trance.