A tale of the Wind

The stars are glittering this evening
Showing their white shining teeth
Baring the light that twinkle once upon a minute
The window curtains dance to the tune
Played by the passing romantic air
The wind plays a calm flute, a lyric
Which the whole clan hears and listens
The forest dwellers, the hamlet and town
Even the toddlers feel the balmy air
The wild cricket quiz himself,
‘Oh I dream, I say I dream a lot, but
From whence cometh this sweet strange maiden wind
That telleth my heart to jump though I seeth but the sea before me?’
The cricket clan would yell with laughter
Beating their small bodies, head, abdomen
The lilies popping their head about
Swerving to see he, who dares to woo the Air
Wondering all that could be beautiful
This evening the bats flew around
Like a circus carved up, in between the sky
Flopping the leather wings as they play
The Owl makes merry from her hooting
All the evening magic comes alive
The fireflies move in echelon,
Lighting the skies with all hues
A picture of something like a mans heart
Emboldened upon the quiet darkness
The train of different colored caterpillars
Crawling the trees in a marathon
With all cheering, jeering
The world of pure and hidden ecstasy
Revealed upon the quiet neighborhood
With the stars shining gleefully, majestically