As the edge of the moon touched the top of the waterfall the cascade turned the color of the pale yellow moon. Slowly the light touched the river and began to flow down the river. He watched, pensive, as his cloak flapped int he light breeze.
Before I die, I will travel to Africa and take a picture identical to this.except I can live without the elephant and bird. I honestly have always wanted a sunset picture with a tree exactly like this.