Natural

I'm running
My bare feet
Lightly touching
The soft wet moss
Covered in a dark mix of mud
Oozing between my toes
As I'm running
I know I'm getting closer
The soft drips
Of the waterfall
Echoes through out the creeks path
A step up on to a rock a little spider crawls across my foot
Upon a rock I stand
I reach my hand out

Towards the water falling
Across the waterfalls slender edge
Softly the water tickling my hand then
Tinkles down my finger
Then interrupting the creeks mottled muddy surface
A  high pitch "blup" as it submerges
My dreaming eyes of wonder
Witnessing this normal yet beautiful thing.