All the collective fiers burning
within the gold mist,
the greenist tendrils growing
away from folly into bliss.
All the vast cites spreading
their green upon the lhand;
nitely beauty sparkles and shines
as one walks hand in hand.
Trinkling brooks that speak
from out the nite’s canopy of black,
talking in subtle whisspurrs
causing a conscious clasp to lack.
Drifting into a world of sober dreams
all confrontation falls discreet
and in claridy everything seems.
Thriving in a tranquil mood,
relishing the cool presence;
maintaining a wish on the brink
within the mistiy summer nite’s pleasance.
The core of verdant contentedness,
is allowed in the nite to revel,
as clier the stars that glisten
on every lucid level.
Walking with unwakeful strides,
peering though lethargic eyes;
sleeping in the softened winds,
cherishing the nightly prize.