The waterfall

1. Trip 
2. waterfall 
3. Leaving

The bright sun tucking me up in a warm blanket. The wind pats me on the back.
I trust the tramp to catch me on it´s soft pad. I gaze up hoping to admire the appearance of the midday sun.
¨Äre we there yet¨ I demand to my parents. I spoke to soon I look up and saw a breathtaking illusion of a stunning waterfall. I inhale an appealing fragrance of a earthy taste.A crystile reflection of a brilliant scene. I was looking at a transparent waterfall  scanning the area. I energetically hurtel myself to the unforgettable vision.The glacial liquid embraced my feet as i escape. ¨Were´re leaving¨ barked mum we explore into a cave of leaves. We vanish. I stood at the top of the hill hoping for one last glimpse.