Treacherous he, the moon , keeps changing his disguised attires
Atta boy! He’s eloquent in his coquetry
Beware the nocturnal sky
He’s a wanderlust resilient
Who travels the colonial stars
In stark lonesome hours of the dark
The beau, blooms too, shy coyly
Breaking in cold sweat, in love with the caressing zephyr
Virgin dew drops resurface on the swooning scarlets
The tall ornamental grasses rustle
While the outrageously beautiful peonies bloom fluffy
In lush foliages, catering to the night splendors.
The katydids play in the interludes
As the symphony of the night garden
Hosts a concert of sizzling sagas
Under the radiance of the brimming moon and the ebullient stars
A night Where nature is the lover!
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