Lush meadows bleed a scarlet fire,
Evening canvas enchanting to admire.
In the distance a lone somber wale.
Trees rustle with a zealous shiver,
The willows bow to tickle the river.
Comes a pleasant tune of the nightingale.
A peekaboo moon and stars grace the night,
Blinking farewell to the sun's waning light.
Magic descends to enfold a forest glade,
Peace like balm to the disquieted soul,
Relinquishing inhibition's control.
Drawn to aromatic waterfall's cascade.
Cricket echo a whimsical refrain
An offering to mother-nature's infinite reign.
Enriching the tune of the nightingale,
The warm pool beckons mischievously,
Reflections from the night greet me.
Ironically, two moons unveil.