This towering tree creates a thick, deep shade
So one thinks gloom is a thing God made.
Underneath this gargantuan tree
Cool spring days fade quietly
Where lilacs and ferns sit around
A small stream making a small sound.
We talk upon outdoor furniture here
In the middle of the year,
Until the day’s shade turns into night.
We go indoors and have a little food,
And rest under music to remain in a good mood.
Before we sleep, I kiss her face
And the poem vanishes, without a trace.
