The water rushed by her feet, and the wind blew her hair. She smiled. As Ann looked up to the clear sky, she could see the trees swaying, back and forth. The green creepers entwined themselves around anything they could grasp, be it dead or alive. The waterfall pounded luxerously agaist the pool bottom, very much like an Irish woman on washing day.
"It's beautiful," she murmered ever so quietly, as if frightened to wake the forest with the sound of an unatural voice humming through the foliage.
Many times during her life Ann had come here, just to listen to the peace and traquility of God's creation. Often, when she was fustrated or angry, she would come to the waterfall to just listen and think until she was quieted or reconciled with her thoughts.
"This spot is so close to heaven, I'm sure." she breathed in the fragrance, admiring it softly. She had been so still that a doe had entered the clearing to drink from the stream. Ann hardly dared to look, it was so perfect.
Time passed. Hours began to multiply, and as the sun began to set, Ann regretfully pointed her toes towards home.
"I'll be back," she whispered.