As the moon walks past the shadows
and the night is swayed by unrivaled
soliloquies, the subtle freshness
of the greens adorned the slumbering earth.
Perfume-scented petals glide with the unfading
breath of the wind. A lonely spirit
might have crossed this path
and be healed. The moment is laid
suspended like in the mirage of dreams.
Meanwhile, fairies with their little wings
dance in the limelight of blinking
fireflies, wishing the rain
won't come. And there's no melody
being heard, only silence,
the unparalleled beauty
on its own.