The fading light beneath the trees,
where summer’s darkening shadows merge,
deceives imaginations gaze
with vague confusions of the mind.
To be here is a quiet joy
that succours nature’s wondrous ploy.
Reflected lights in ripples please
emotion’s senses to converge
upon the bright rim o’er the haze
where breathless beauty’s undefined.
To be here is the perfect flaw
to cherish dearly ever more.
Enfurled within mysterious love -
just to be here is enough.