A soft-spoken serenade unweaves in a closed wishful box, clicking footsteps soon follows, hinting at the restless ivys. Roses and wisteria blur into undefined fleids, kissed by the arriving butterflies. Wind chimes swiftly get into motion as a shy breeze slip by and hides in the awakening oak.
Two swans step into the morning pond, now with the soft sun washing a pearly glow upon its glory. Promising eternal love to ignite each other's eyes, nourishing empathetic feathers in the elysian daylight.
Now, with fading melody, the butterflies may fly, resonating with the flowing flowers, illuminated the blissful sky one last time. Endless wings flutter into untamed dawn light. May they return, before the next daylight.