Waterfall

The water gushes and rushes and slops
Over the edge, miles down
To rocks and broken tree limbs.
Its foam gathers, multiplies
Down there at the bottom.
All this becomes a river
On the ground, stretching far away.
The best view is said to be
From the bridge at the top
But I wouldn't know.
I was too scared to look.

(about the waterfall trip my family and I took in Quebec)