Rain drops smartly caress me,
the ponds are getting full.
Insects Brooding ground
have been fertilized by tears from the sky.

Darkness embrace the earth,
as night kisses my sight.
My eyes yearn for light
but it needs were yet to be met.

In the forest,
Stood an old church Hut,
Which bloomed sometimes in summer.
It was different
and I knew it.
It had just one bulb
And I could see it.

The bulb shone that night
Flying insects danced in delight.
My eyes fell for it's brilliance
And my nose couldn't withstand it's radiant fragrance.