INNOCENCE UNTARNISHED

The cloud caravans cruised across the sky

 Heading towards the mountains which soared high

 The merrily piping wind drove them along like a shepherd his flock

Pensively looked on a hunched man perched on a rock

The murmur of the trees filled the air

They tossed their shaggy crowns and erased many frowns

 And slowly the sun set

 Capping the river with curls russet

They were tickled pink,

 Swaggering as though under the influence of some drink

The waves danced in merry swirls

 Now the moon beams stabbed the night

  Sweeping the ruffled surface of the river buoyant

 The waves they tickled

They erupted into giggles and rolled on uncontrolled

Undulating in swathes of joy unvarnished.

 Innocence untarnished.