Tranquility reigns as the night air of spring descends,
I sit, alone, immersed in the bouquet of the woodlands.
My thoughts, unladden with harbinger of danger,
In serene contemplation, only melodies of night denizens to abide.
Moon’s reflection, a golden path across still waters of the lake,
As if to bid me come hither, walk gilded lane, no sorrow awaits.
Silhouette of lonely loon traverses, his mournful calls unheeded,
I listen, no substance, forlorn, only emptiness beside.
My companions only night creatures, diligent in their quest,
Do they wonder at strange creature in their midst?
Wisps of white clouds, wraithlike schooners race the night,
What reward their goal, silver cup to win?
As I watch wonders abounding, sorrow memory became,
Serenity, like mist from the lake, surrounds me.
My hunger, once thirst for ending,
Now appeased, I did not sin.