Mists of a Plunging Gorge

Valley mist rises from the river far below, highlighting the interlocking, silhouetted ridges of azure, turquoise, and ultramarine... The only sound is that of the fresh breeze in the forest, and of a distant waterfall. If it could speak, what tales would this plunging gorge tell? Of mountains rising from the ocean, of streams and rivers carving plunging ridges, of long-gone glaciers? How much larger the mystery than all we can see...