English Composition 1
23 September, 2012
Two hundred yards downstream the noise of the falls, muffled by interwoven trees and undergrowth is reduced to a quiet murmur. She can hear the soothing repetition of the water as it surges to the river below. She feels a captivating warmth as she wanders along the rivers edge. As she draws near to the falls the continuous pouring water overwhelms the sounds of the wind, insects, and night frogs living in the marshes. It’s a natural sound that never seems to cease. Curiosity takes over, forcing her to quicken her pace.
In the first bend of the river the water runs strong. The uneven bed of stones, gravel, and sunken logs make the surface ripple and glitter in the late afternoon sun. On either side of the river, masses of plants blossom vividly, ranging from saffron, crimson, and a greenish-white. The odors expelled from within them smell of sweet honey and citrus. It fills the air as does the hum of insects hovering and gliding over them. Every so often a fish rises to the surface to gulp down a fly, disappear and leave only widening circles that soon fade away.
At close quarters to the falls there is a whole new array of sounds: boomings, gurglings, pattering of spray, sudden spurts and bubblings come and go as the water is thrown off the stones from up above. A soft, gentle mist begins to form on her arms as she moves closer. With a deep breathe; the crisp, fresh air fills her lungs. As she closes her eyes to take yet another breathe, she can taste the dewy sweet air on her tongue. The falls beckon her to come even closer. She pauses while building the courage to step onto the wet, rigid, slippery rocks in order to move forward toward the raging water. With each step, the fear of falling consumes her. As she enters the frigid water she gasps.
There she stands, directly in front of the magnificent waterfall in awe. She can barely make out her reflection in the shimmering, mirror like wall of...
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