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The Falls
The Falls
A waterfall calls of the wild
Like an innocent child smiling in the sunshine
Water crashes the rocks and coats the frogs
All singing along
Then the wind comes in, whistling the leaves
This rustling breeze flying through the trees into the sky
Caught by the child's eye
Brings a smile of delight from ear to ear
Heard clearly through this fair atmosphere
And there-
A purple flower stands out, alone
Grown from between the stones
