A soft breeze whispers in the moonlight,
Gliding over the pond, causing endless ripples in the water.
Sounds of the crickets echo through the trees,
hushing the quiet chatter on the dock.
Scarlet fish swim in circles below,
following the dark seaweed path.
Lull acoustic guitar roars under the clouds.
Ever so slightly a hiss travels past the ear.
Unknown from sight,
But present by sound.
Ruby crystals spotted in the distance,
hidden no more.