Winsome escaped her suitor. The grasses grew taller, reaching emboldened sun rays, turning greener, passing days.
Nuri sparked his heart, a new endeavor, a way to capture a favored lover. A rowboat of proportions just right, he searched her body of water.
Nuri took to Lake Slumber, a swooning soared in his heart. Oars in his hands, he paddled, towards the deep end of time.
Winsome grew thirsty as Nuri grew hotter, she lowered to draw a cold drink of water. Winsome’s eyes, bluer than the bluest skies, drew him in, the seas cherished daughter. Splash!