The cloud and the river

The cloud waded through air,
to adore his love down
where a river frolicked amidst the meadows.
Their love suffused to depths,
It was in the agitated chirping high above,
In the violent swaying of leaves hitched to twigs
and in the evocative redolence of lilies.
Inamorata, his river was frisky,
It bullied with the pebbles,
and peeped through every fault in the rocks.
The cloud was somber and silent
Resting on the pinnacle, it serenaded, albeit a coarse voice echoed
High above, it embellished the blue vastness
The young love Thrived
The river rose, then the cloud drained
and they mingled into each other
casting a  cycle of eternal love,
A cycle of ubiquitous love.