Fireflies dance among the greens
An evening breeze sways the breeze
Crickets joke with each other
And bees rest from a day of harvest.
Lovers inhale the sweetest fragrance
Expelled by shy moist blossoms
Nudged into undulating motion
By Old Mother West Wind.
Watching the moon twinkle among branches
Quietly disturbed by Merry Little Breezes
Two souls connect by invisible strings
Stretching to comfort the lovers.