Visit To The Botanical Gardens Poem by Gert Strydom

Do you still remember my darling
how magically blue the sky was,
the bright green grass
where we disappeared in the exotic garden
between little paths that wind
up the hillock
and the shade at the stream
and how bright and hot
the sun shined on that day.

There were people and children
that climbed everywhere
and jumped exuberant
into the stream
and the sun made spots
through the thick tree branches,
but the biggest magic
were in your lips
that touched mine
the first time.

In the distance a string orchestra
gave a heavenly sound
to the light wind
and on our blanket
it was only the two of us
that drank cool drink
and looked at the setting sun
and suddenly
the idea of the two of us together
looked wonderful.