The River

Warmth beneath my feet,

Breeze caressing my hair,

My soul is now replete,

Burning skin that is so fair.

Water matches my eyes,

Sun bearing down,

Sparkling like the skies,

Cannot hear a sound.

Splashing beneath the rays,

The insouciance magnified,

One could remain here for days,

This place is almost paradise.

The sun sets behind the clouds,

Mosquitoes out to devastate,

Tent walls exist to enshroud,

Summer nights seem to vellicate.

Tomorrow we have to leave,

Returning to the mundane,

Even so I do believe,

This river is my true domain.