these gentle sounds of the waterfall the more you dare to edge closer, the more you are exposed with those sounds of crashing water with the cool air meeting your face nature shares her magic a type of magic created for us appearing like a canvas for admiration or merely dancing against our fingertips a magic which is accessible the natural world consumes me there is privilege in breathing this fresh air i am small amongst this wondrous world but this world welcomes me as i glance at her beauty these shades of green existing for thousands of years with eternal growth and power yet a stillness is declared my thoughts washed over and clear - Sophie Isgro-Attwood