The waterfall fell—

The waterfall fell— plummeting cascading down carving crevices through grooves of silent moss it fell over the ridge— swirling crashes crashing down unstoppable torrents gushing in a rush under a footbridge, as if— hurrying in its descending to reach the never ending… down down down through a dell between trees clawing to vertical cliff travelling at splashing speed— it fell down down down plunging in a mountainous roar— pounding down in spume and swell well, well, well! I’ve never seen a waterfall like this before! —Lyrics by Lesley Scoble