Their honeymoon was
In the misty mountains
In the freshness of nature.
Their bridal suite overlooked falls
That fell into a sparkling lake.
Fifty years later they return.
The place is still the same.
Water is still falling.
The air is still fresh.
Nature's experience remains the same.
They hug each other and cry,
Remembering all the experiences they've had,
The long walk it took to get here again
And at times how they pretended
Not to love one another.
They hold each other like they did.