In the heart of the forest, where secrets reside,
A hidden waterfall flows with grace and pride.
Its waters shimmer with a magical light,
Dancing and glistening, a mesmerizing sight.
Each drop that falls is a whisper of truth,
Echoing through the trees, a melody to soothe.
The mist rises high, like a silk veil,
Enveloping all in a tranquil, mystical spell.
The rocks below are worn smooth by time,
Carrying stories of a river's eternal climb.
A symphony of nature, harmonious and sweet,
A sacred sanctuary where life and water meet.
Oh, cascading serenity, pure and free,
In your embrace, I find tranquility.
A sacred dance of earth and sky,
Forever bound in a timeless lullaby.
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