I can hear the roar as it curves in a brilliant arc and falls
I see the foamy bath it displaces on the surface
I hear the gurggling when the it turns among the stones.
I smell the scent like fresh rainfall, newly cut grass and overturned dirt just after it rains.
I hear the splashes the water makes when it drops from its cascade
I taste clear, tasty water on my tongue
I hear salmon swim down falls, and along the river
I can feel cool and wet on my skin, spraying me in the face in a misty haze
I can sense the waterfalls.