I would not envisage this in a dreamy delusion -
it is not a hazy-hallucination!
Confirmed by sun shining from blue skies
beautifully blemished by white-wisps;
its a paradise Id never imagined.

Serene sound;
Sprinkling, splashing, dousing, washing -
nourishing water hushing like silk over stone,
traversing without care, for it is free!
A smell so cool and fresh, cup your hands
and taste its innocence.

Air, water, flower and stone in harmony create perfection.
The Garden of Edens far-richer relation -
flourishes of heathers and trees and grass,
Shangri-Las European cousin, but this one is real -
a green utopia of untouched elation.

If I wasnt below the clouds,
Id believe this was heaven.

To see the skies angered,
overcome by grey,
to see this gentle brute
escape its boundaries and power!
Rains fall thunderstorm!
Water bounds like petrol bombs,
coarse crashing irrigations
against a rocky facia floods the plain!

The falls have stolen my heart;
My heart can stay.

 Alex Harford.