The glorious pines stood
in their battle scarred gowns
Growing taller and taller
with every attempt to make them frown.
A mystical aura
drifted through the air
ambrosial and damp
complementing the moon’s flair.
Enchanting music played
maybe radiated from the sky
little flickering fireflies flew
as the old peaks sat by.
Gurgling creeks flowed
laden with toads
as the verdant moss glowed
on these untraveled roads.
Vines of jasmines of night
abundantly bloomed
fragrant but entangled
waiting to be groomed.
Ethereally bewitching
this symphony deep
Night : an enchantress
when the world is asleep…
