I recited my poetry on the bank of a river.
The weeping willow heard me and began to sway.
I repeated my verses for the green caterpillar.
She turned into a butterfly and fluttered away.
I followed it slowly into the evening skyline.
The skyline turned pink and began to blush.
The gusting wind bit its lip and grew silent.
The world was submersed by a sudden hush.
I paused for a second to hear my own breathing,
And I was at peace and relaxed here, among
The willow, the butterfly, the wind and the evening,
But you were asleep, so I ended my song...