rising torrents above my feet
so noisy i couldn't hear a bit
bubbles mask surface so as below
i feel cold not my shrinking toe
i step towards a rock to stand
i see majestic place i'm around
i tiptoe from rock to rock, careful
moss growing like carpet covered all
breathe of fresh air luxury to savor
splinters of lights of different color
piercing canopy of heaven above my soul
i look up to see hoping to see beautiful
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