haiku from nature . . .
roaring cumberland;
spray of mist on maiden's face;
eagles soar above
Not as grand as the Niagara, but still beautiful in it's own way. A scorching hot day was turned into a very pleasant experience with a fine mist spray to cool the fragrant woodsy air of a forest whose floor was covered with musty leaves and pine needles. I would definitely go back here if I have the opportunity.
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