The evening maple trees
Are so Still with so much swaying

The evening stars
Are so pretty and chill
With so much love to be sparkling
WithIn the roses blush,
With the sunflowers sweet laughter
The lillies with the sillies
The irises with their modest beauty
Loves own shy and exquisite gaze

And any flower you happen
To fancy and love sweetly ablaze
Any accent shall do
When it is felt that I love you

The Evening maples
are so chill
And still
with so much Rose swaying

Reynaldo Casison