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…