It is summer, early afternoon and the first wisps of cloud flutter overhead gliding in on the afternoon sea breeze. The sun glows bright up high above, looking down at the vast luscious green bush sprawling out below. It can see the thin blue line winding its way through the bush. 

The towering trees soar high above. The deep gorge wind aimlessly below. Dark green moss clings tightly to the shiny banks. Heavy droplets of water fall sparkling as they cross beams of sunlight. You can hear gentle tapping as it falls down below into the glassy water disturbing the natural perfection. 

Down in the darkest depths the lush green weed sways with the gentle currents flowing downstream. The small pebbles tumble over the boulders, worn down into perfectly round spheres form the constant cascade of the river. The ignorant trout gliding gently through the river, Sliding over the slime-covered rocks. Its delicate fins slicing gracefully, propeling it through the clear water. 

High up above hiding in the thick branches, two birds sit. Watching. Their long brown claws clasp into the sodden bark. The melodic call ringing throughout the gorge, casting a peaceful atmosphere through the forest. 

The thick green canopy coated with water from the early morning downpour. Bright green leaves glisten from the beams of light illuminating the water droplets cascading down the foliage, like bright stars shining through the thick gloomy gorge. 

Guiding you. 

The cool crisp water grasps for you, as your fingers skim across the smooth surface of the stream. Small gentle ripples glide their way through the water. In the shelter of rocks, the eddys try to defy the stream, fighting against the current in a constant battle. Deep whirlpools form between the opposing sides. 

Swirling, constantly

You can see it approaching. The falls. The calm smooth water rolls over the edge plummeting out of sight and down into the chasm below. The abyss swallowing everything. you can see a small willow bathing in the sunlight on the edge grasping precariously to the rock.

Listen you can hear the roar of the thundering waterfall, a thick layer of mist rises up above you. The vivid blue sky is lit up as the beams of light shine through the waves of mist rising up from the pool.

A sense of exhilaration flutters throughout your body as you roll over the edge, boat tipping forward plummeting into the frothing white water. 

Water cascades off your face, revealing the vibrant green trees craning over the pool protecting this sanctuary from above. Hurried waves lap against the black rocks on the bank. White aerated water fans out filling the pool. The rhythmic crashing of the falls echoes around the plunge pool. Steep slippery cliffs soar up from the water casting a gloomy shadow across the water. 

The sound of triumph rages from the intruders disturbing the tranquillity, from the thrill of the raging falls. Bright plastic boats clutter the clear pristine water.

Looking upon the edge of the cliff the sunbeams silhouette the keen onlookers. the unearthly sight of the wooden handrail like a rift in the rockface, down to the swirly water. vines growing from far above hang down over the path, reaching for the water.

One by one, more boats charge over the edge all grasping for the thrill. each one landing on the pillow of water and sliding gracefully across the pool.

The overwhelming sense of beauty smothered by the interlopers. the wind begins to howl urging them away. They all hurriedly float away down the river and back into the gloomy gorge. leaving this serene place for next time.