In The Rain Forest We Were Blinded By The Spray Poem by Gert Strydom

while we walked together to the waterfall
and in the rumbling we wanted to find His voice
when a bright butterfly fluttered past,
your smile was far beyond beautiful
while we walked to get a better view,
to take photo's of the great scene
and at this place without any other humans near
there was great tranquillity and illustriousness
when something buzzed on the wind
and we both were certain that it was Him,
as the horizon gleamed just before the coming dusk.
Now that the days do stretch out long before us
and you lie sleeping next to me, I am wondering...