Moonlit Symphony

Caught in the light of the moon. Down hillocks to a nearby stream, Where the silver waters murmur and croon In the light of twilight's gleam. And twas it was in the twilight, Near the shimmering moonlit stream. Two lovers sat in the violet night Two lovers in the moonlit gleam. The passing breeze carried their melody And thus began Love's symphony... The dulcet stream began the trill That splashed the notes against the hills, And the sonorous breeze could only sing Mellifluous notes of rhapsody. The woodwinds- awnings of the souls below, Hummed their resonance deep and slow. In Nature's song - Her symphony Of rhapsody and affinity. The warbling stream, mellisonant trees, Harmonious breeze of rhapsody, Had scored the heights of crescendo To the ballad of the love below. The terrestrial tune, Moonlit Symphony Begins to fade like a whimsy dream. The last strains heard of Love's melody Were the tripping notes of the tranquil stream That quietly trilled affinity... Caught in the light of the moon. Down hillocks to a nearby stream, Two lovers sit in the violet night In the light of twilight's gleam.