By the Lake of the Half-Moon

Tulips and lilies never smelled so fragrantly inebriating by the lake of the half-moon, I sense the ineffable mystery of an alluring and serene evening; remote breezes so unforeseen and unquestionably redolent slightly touch the motionless surface of the silvery and bluish lake so comely and limpid while drowsy oaks and spruces sway their long and thick branches... as if silence were an act of reverence! In the deserted town strangely someone sits on the bend of the lake of the half-moon as he stares at the luminescent Northern Star striking the strings of his guitar with his skilled, young fingers... suddenly everything harmonizes with his beautifully played melody, but he's so amazed by the splendor of the lake of the half-moon that he doesn't hesitate to join the invisible nightingales to praise the indubitable presence of the Creator!