Summer daze

Rippling stream crossing the valley green, Curling, swiveling and dribbling To and through the grass so lean. Thriven fields immersed in golden sun, Radiating, shinning and flourishing Till the moon make their bloom be dun. Night cloaked this rural scenery, Atop home hillock we stood gaping Wide-eyed at our uncanny liberty Smoke rings float through the nocturnal infinity the homestead lights gleam and shine a terrace Where whiffs of aromas infused with wine and delight Accompany guileless laughter As our companionship crackles like broken candle flames in an immensity grown darker.