Babble babble

Soft Babbles, alongside a mountain stream in a rainforest

                             View it, taste it - feel it

 

Sun leeched rock worn slippery smooth - winter hued

Eternal, yet subject to natures whim, a forever hymn

Stubborn like a woman, pooled water lyin’ trapped within

A place of marvel, that water strewn rock marble - soft skin

 

Soft filtered sunlight gleams from fairy pools yonder - mercury tadpoles

Reflections of your mind, dappled dreaming - hands entwine

Jade-rainforest shrouded, stoned silence and time stands still

Those soft babbles remind so lets drink some wine - wet lips

 

You turn; she sits beside you, soft and curved - dancing eyes

Two souls sharing time, and above you view a strangler vine

A living tree grows on another tree, a host to destiny as it clings so tight

Once a seed, and now in its greed, almost a tree in its own right

 

Nature bared, and yet you dare to stop and stare - lover’s care

Australian birds do not disturb, unless you count the ole’ whip bird

Like an awakening to be heard down that steep rocky ravine - sight unseen

The day is done and souls are full - content like mountain steam babble

 

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Seggie. Lovely, Riddle. Thanks.

There once was a choir master called Bings,

Who was into sexual depravity amongst other things.

But it was not the sight of the young nun,

That excited his need for fun,

But a lad with a backside like jelly on springs.

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