Upon this lofty elevation
amid these ancient palace ruins
overlooking far mountain ranges.
This abandoned citys lions gate
down ages polished stone steps below.
I watch as ominous clouds of rain
march across fertile open valleys.
So I rush down before the onslaught
turns these steps more precarious
severing my sojourn here too brief.
The treasury had been quite supurb
a conical marvel from that time.
I will return at a later date
after viewing the linking canal.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.