Oh, the beauty of the waterfall as it tumbles down,
Which comforts us as the water makes splashing sounds.
It come like a breeze that fills the soul,
We hunger for more of our own control.
Over the rocks and down the slopes,
Being one with the waterfall that fills us with hope.
Mystical waterfalls that soothe our wounded soul,
Making room once again, our body and minds becoming whole.
Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling onward oh mother earth,
She gives our spirits peace, removing all that hurts.
Mystical waterfall that never cease to exist,
A healing that our true selves can not resist.
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