Sun shines against a warped wooden bench
White ducks travel in a row to the pond over yonder where their hatchlings will grow
A fairy hides inside of a flower
Fending off honey bees
With her sword of shimmers she hacks at their knees
Admirer in secrecy led me to this land
I await the man who promises romance
When I feel a soft brush on my hand
Still engaged in conversation and laughter for hours as the sun sets into the night
Dark past vanished when hit by the morning's light