Much to my surprise
and delight,
the breeze is so cool and refreshing
on this summer night.
If, in the beginning,
I hadn't taken a stroll in the woods,
how could I know
the trees are humming and waltzing
like joyful lasses?
If I didn't turn this euphoric feeling
into words,
how could you know
there still is a beautiful mind
somewhere or
in the mystery of the night?