Balmy days bound in Arcadia's summer; lightly whispered secrets, drifting beside forgotten pathways sheltered in the umbra of nooks and hedgerows, breathlessly confide
Stolen dreams awaken sultry mornings where love erupts from ripened seed to bloom, eliciting a fondness and a fawning that summer's end is fated to consume
Timeless moments captured for eternity within ring- binders of the living trees, Arcadia's old sentinels take pity on lovers lorn of keepsake memories
Summer fades yet ever in Arcadia, summer shields the land from autumn gloom and lovers lorn will ever have a place here, where summer keeps a vigil on their tomb