by Elita Chamdimba
I didn’t know that the clouds could come down this low
For the mountain that beckoned the clouds to come say ‘hello’
I didn’t know that the clouds dressed up in cotton
And the mountain wore green from top to bottom
I didn’t know that fog is just a disguise
So that when you hike up there, it’s hidden from your eyes
Those two lovers have met,
Those two lovers have sat!
The mountains and clouds are having a romantic chat
The sharp chilly breeze is a peck on her cheek
The hikers’ downhill ease is a hint for the privacy they seek
I didn’t know that the cloud is in love with the mountain
If you had seen the mountains toady then you’d know this for certain
I didn’t know that the clouds come down this low
For that old Zomba plateau who beckons and calls
I didn’t know that, that old thing could flirt
Most eyes cannot see past her trees and her dirt
But I am not surprised about this love affair
The clouds are convinced,
And the mirror has sworn;
Zomba plateau is the fairest that is known
