Poem I found from freshman year in HS about one of my favorite camp sites growing up called Hoogee's in the Angeles National Forest of the Chantry Flats ranger station. (exit 210 go north on Azusa):

The River - March 1997

Climbing, I go quickly to the river.

Slowly, -- the leafy foliage damp with morning dew, the crashing cascades and the rushing river whisper to me.

The rays of morning sun breaking through the tall, tall trees,

The frosty scene as the dew and dust settle in the growing sunlight,

An acorn falling, tumbling down from teh broad branches rushing, crunching, crashing through the leaves on branches.

it hits the ground with a muffled crunch.

I wakl across the we stones, the water rushing under.

I stand at the side of the river on top of the ridge and hill

listening to the loud encompassing silence.