An Enchantment

O, mellow fields
the stars are strung above you
in delight.  Fireflies flit beneath them,
everything is flickering.

There’s no need for a candle;
the night is warm, the moon is shining.
Flute notes of the nightingale’s song
whisper hints of ancient secrets.

The breeze says summer will last forever;
It is easy to believe.

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