I draw a picture in my mind,
The lonely sky without a cloud,
The shining stars sharing no sound,
Only the feelings that I still doubt.

It’s dark but not completely,
Above there is a bizarre scene,
The moon adored by the attention
Of many drops made of the light.

It looks like dance, eternal composition
but will it last as long as ever?
As no thing in this world
Has stayed in given place forever.

And I still gaze but not as an observer,
The burst of wind enters the play,
It moves the twigs snatching few leaves,
It hits my head taking my mind
For stroll, and minute later I do find
Myself being a part of this idyllic game.

The act without action,
The play with no intention,
The game without reason,
Such ephemeral moment
That I enjoyed at fullest,
The goal of show was show itself.