As I reclined in the pool at the bottom of the waterfall that looked like a fall of snow, I saw birds that amazed me. They composed a beautiful song like a orchestra playing in a theater. They landed on the cliff where trees had leaves the color of molten gold, fiery orange, and jade green. The mist of the waterfall felt like a cool blanket settling around me. I welcomed this, as it cooled me where I was not underwater. The green-blue was as smooth as glass in some places, but turned white and turbulent  near the waterfall. The air was fresh, cold, and crisp. I thought that scenes like this only existed in a human's imagination.