Churning, crashing like a thundering storm,
slipping through ricks as if sand through fingers.
Then tumbling down making a fluffy foam.
Mist spreads creating a gentle fog.
Bright colors are everywhere changing and blooming.
Flowers shine brighter than stars.
When you are there it speaks to you,
it sings a nice calming sing.
The sky starts to change,
the sun begins to set.
Crickets chirp a sweet good night,
before everything goes to bed.
As it turns to night the water glows in the moonlight.
Shadows fall over bushes and rocks.
You hear silence except for the rumble of the falls.
Lamar Middle School
6th