The waterfall splashes,
Water against rocks clashes.
The cliff is high
As it tries to reach the sky.
It shines in the light,
Sparkles bright as
The water does fall
Beautifully standing tall.
Like the sky, a cotton blue,                                                                                                                   The river is too.
As it tries to reach the sky
The cliff is high
The water against rocks clashes
The waterfall splashes

The End

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