Panther Falls
The winding path, the woodsy smell
The sound of squishing mud
Birds singing in the trees
At the end of the path, a bright light
The shining sun has finally shone
Coming through the busy trees
We hear the falling water
We start to run, then jump and splash
We land in rushing water
The sound is mesmerizing
All the sploshing, splashing fish
Slipping, sliding all around
The time you cannot miss
The slimy silky feel of the mossy rocks
Water pulls you over under and down on them
Till you hit the still water
When you finally look up
And see the sun
You see a beautiful waterfall
And its glistening glimmering splendor
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