The Reflection

My waterfall...is where I'd like to be so soothing and serene  
croutching down on bended knee fondling water with my hand  
against a tall slightly slanted oak tree I'm sitting hear looking down into the clear water rushing past  
I hear water falling My water fall when I'm sitting here  
My reflection below I'm staring at  
low hanging over me are the branches of my tree  
Very cold my skin  
but warm to hold my face  
The wind picks up it's pace and I hear it it howl and feel it blow through to my very core  
Of all places this is my favorite my water fall  
the one and only place I can truely be me  
Looking at my reflection below  
I know this girl she used to be happy and carefree playing in the water like a child