By the Lake of the Descendent Moon

Tulips and lilies never emitted their scent so fragrantly and exhilarating... by the lake of the descendent moon,that I intensively sense the affable mystery of the evening! Remote breezes,unforeseen and redolent,do capriciuosly caress the brilliant surface of the silvery lake,softened by a gentle silence; only those red-throated dives can disarm it in their pursue! The huge oaks,boasting their tallness,bow and glance at the narrow paths,below, verging on the aromatic grass glistening with fireflies... where bitter-roots and goldenrods are their constant companions! Someone is sitting by the peaceful waterfront in obeisance... staring at the North Star: seemingly so reachable,but far; as he,pleasantly and devotedly,strikes the srings of a guitar with his invigorating and skillful fingers! And suddenly everything,hidden by graceful shadows,harmonizes itself with his melody...beautifully played in enduring patience; unhesitatingly,he joins the incessant nightgales to praise the persistent tranquillity enhanced by the Creator's presence!