The breezes caress the pretty pine trees,
Softly dancing in the bright warm sunshine,
The flowers are waltzing in the sweet breeze;
All I can think of is heartbreak and time.

The sweet showers bring back the crescent Moon,
And all the air a sad nostalgia holds,
The sun will so shortly be setting soon;
And the smell of Dusk lulls the distant folds.

The tree frogs murmur their songs in the creek,
And all I can do is heave a sad cry,
The mountains are covered in beauty meek;
And out of the nowhere the breezes sigh.

From the forest the sounds of a harp dance,
Through the sweet solitary blowing breeze,
My head is lost in a sweet dreamy trance;
That runs and joins the sweet greener leaves.

The beauty goes on forever…endless,
Lost in the vast quantities of sea,
Dewdrops the petals of flowers caress;
And leaves but a little moment to me.

Flowers unfurl their petals at sweet Night,
When ev’ryone’s asleep the Fairies dance,
When I perchance see their very sight;
I’m lost into an endless veil of trance.

*~Marian~