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Cindy Pannill

Waterfall

I take a small dirt path through the trees,
and just to my left.
Cool mist surrounds me,
like a shroud of grey dampness.
As I walk along this mountain path,
my senses come to life.
I feel the moisture and cool clean air.
I smell the damp leaves of trees above.
Moving forward on the path,
I know not what I will find.
My path soon narrows,
covered more with moss,
than God's good earth.
Before my eyes in front of me,
a waterfall of blue and white,
sparkling like diamonds
in the early morning light.
Bringing smiles and joy to my heart,
but soon I awaken only to find,
the path and waterfall were only in my mind.