A tingle at my feet, aroused me like a tease,
twas placed there by a gentle breeze,
and must of been an angel of the night,
passing by in the dawn's early light.
I now sit watching the breeze,
as it sways gently upon the trees,
though my sleep was not at length,
my cup runneth over with such strength.
Adoration for nature's delight,
is multiplied throughout the night,
must be the moon that kindles my zest,
as it illuminates the night at its best!
Yana Petkov
Scarlett "The Real Me"
4th October 2006
