The Waterfall

Turquoise cascades beckoned to caress your dreams,
as shafts of sunlight penetrated with golden beams,
'I wonder if we'll make love,' she thought wistfully,
because this cool nirvana complimented beautifully.

The mountains of Injasuti blew their zephyrs to us,
some moments you know can only be wondrous;
this was a new world, the problem was returning to old,
if you could but store in your pocket, one day unfold.

So did they make love or not, of course they did,
everything unspoiled, way before the days of 'covid,'
way before beauty was infected by tree of knowledge,
before the pleasure of life was realised a privilege.

They parted torrents, discarded temporary torments,
when did you ever have such lasting endearments.