Wood note seemed the music of madrigals..!!

Benches sat sophrosyne..!
The leaves all waved and fell along the breeze.
The waters were all pink rippled
of those leaves the woods held itself.
In majesty and grandeur with silence
gazed the branches over the nemophilist benches.
The rasp,the hooting and the woodnote
sweet to any ear known.
the noise of chork,
through which entered a sole soul
beautiful and mesmerizing.
Amidst those leaves while stepped her footsteps
sweet breeze canoodled each inch of her skin
while those leaves rubbed against her.
With the echoing cukoo's sweet note
woodnote seemed the music of madrigals.
She stepped to be seated over the benches
and the pink waters seemed lovelier than her smile.
Her lips twitched and her cheeks stifled
to the smile and laugh that noised loud
with her li'l fingers held over her chin and lips.
In the whist wondered surroundings
she could witness herself as the labyrinth of echo.
The echo,the sweet music,the note!
She smelled the petrichore,
she felt the dew drops.
The dripping drops from the leaves of woods
rippled the water with the noise of tap.
Arouse the dark and pink was its shade;
The waters,the welkin,the fences
and lastly even her chuckle.

YMS.