Such a peaceful night.
Fireflies flaring around the gloom.
The moon glitters
as the twilight flowers bloom.

She lays quietly
and listens to the crickets chirp.
Soft sounds echo in her ears
and nothing can disturb.

Light shimmers on her blue dress
and reflect on her cerise hair.
The stillness keeps her at ease
not a strain, not a care.

She breathes the misty air
of this perfect, breezy night.
She opens her blueberry eyes
at this refulgent, shining light.