In the moonlit silence of a summer night,
the stars glistening beside the pale glowing moon,
the expanse of the sky stretches beyond the prying eyes of man.
The breeze whispers softly to the lofty trees.
The cool air rushes through the lush green.
Fireflies scatter through the air
jollily blinking their continuous pattern
as thought it was trying to speak to you.
And for a moment,
all was perfect .
The world was at perfect peace and serenity .
And in the little moonlit forest in the center of nowhere,
on the banks of the wild and violent seas,
and not too far from the chaos of the distant world,
was calm, and pacified.
And the world was perfect.
