As the waterfall's cascading, Frothy spumes form at its base, Soft white mists in the air, hover, Twisting like some ghostly wraith, Dark rocks glisten with the moisture, Verdant green, the ferns do grow, To the rocks, moss clings tenuously, By this waterfall I know.

Sparkling, crystal waters flowing, Rushing twixt the narrow banks, Crashing over rocky outcrops, Swirling between its rocky flanks, Slowing as the stream now widens, Flowing, graceful pure and clean, Rocks give way to grass and rushes, Sandy gold to emerald green.

Here flowers grow in profusion, Purples, gold's and pristine white, Shrubs and trees providing shelter, For the birds that nest each night, Bees are gathering the pollen, Butterflies, the nectar drink, Here I sit and view this vista, And of my sweet Savour, think.

From my vantage point I gaze at, Rolling fields and wooded hills, Craggy tor is stark in contrast, Here, the waterfall now spills, This the home that God created, For the wildlife that abounds, Here, a place of peace to worship, So I sink now to the ground.

On my knees I pray to Jesus, As I glory at the sight, Of the treasures he has given, Testament to our God's might, Here I thank him for this moment, And the beauty that I see, And the love with which he gave it, Ours for all eternity.

Siobahn. 15th September 2003.