I sit alone in the woods
Moonlight reflects on the water
The wolves make their presence
My attention is drawn
To the mellifluous waterfall
Though it is a thin stream
The clear pool beneath still echoes
Evergreen leaves rustle
Nearby showers pitter patter
Herbivores are scattering
All sounds of nature
But none compare to the waterfall
As I stare in awe
Though it is merely water
It is the apple of my eye
To see pure flowing water
That hosts cells of life
Slowly eroding the soft soil
It is truly pleasing to see
I lay still as the water pours
Like a kettle pouring warm tea
Or being served fresh lemonade
The sound tingles my ears
As the night continues forth
And the water flows evermore
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