The butter was still fresh; with adorable crusts of cream oozing poignantly from its molten persona, 

 

The rose was still blossoming; with its ravishing redolence reinvigorating everything around in dull atmosphere, 

 

The stream was still gushing at electric speeds; with its gurgling waters diffusing into spell binding froth after clashing against the chain of ecstatic rocks, 

 

The peacock was still dancing; with its feathers spread wildly wide to a completely full and exotically animated plumage, 

 

The grass blades were still awake; with glistening dew drops now enigmatically caressing their intricate visage, 

 

The stars still twinkled in the sky; with the magnificent white beams of light casting a majestic spell on the body of pathetically scorched earth, 

 

The leaves still vibrantly rustled with the wind; inscrutably whispering their nostalgic tales of day; their stupendously enamoring anecdotes of the past, 

 

The lion still roared euphorically; puncturing the sedate ambience with an uncanny thrill that was never experienced before, 

 

The nightingale still sang its melodious rhymes; captivating every tangible and intangible entity with the fascinating melody in its sound, 

 

The clouds still collided in the sky; pelting droplets of rejuvenating rain in tumultuous fury, 

 

The ducks still floated in the serene pond; fomenting blissful ripples to spread infectiously around; profoundly enlightening the night with their flurry of

boisterous quacks, 

 

The chameleon still fluttered its ominous tail; tantalizingly changing color; splendidly blending with the surrounding it went, 

 

The mammoth stacks of green chili were still flaming; violently embodying the area around with a distinctly piquant odor; a scent that could bring life into the

dead, 

 

The Moon still shone a tenacious white; with its creamy rays filtering a path through the stringently dolorous darkness, 

 

The chill still lingered pertinently; perpetuating infinite goose-bumps to inevitably creep up the body, 

 

The horde of impeccable rabbits still frolicked in their burrows; playing hide and seek with the drifting clouds and shine, 

 

The preposterously fat python still slithered through the marshes; furtively awaiting to gobble its prey; in the clandestine darkness concealing his belly, 

 

The spider still spun its web; running at astounding speeds from one end to the other; producing marvelously shimmering silk with its slime, 

 

C'mon let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest O! beloved; bask in the aisles of uninhibited desire and romance; for the night was still young; the darkness had set blazing fire to our senses; the night was still alive.