Under the green shadow,
of that serene afternoon;
the branches to dance,
the winds to be its tune.

Eloquence of my words,
to fill up a red balloon;
a butterfly with colours,
to emerge from cocoon.

An eternity to talk,
for that nights moon;
mine and his aurora,
turned out to be a boon.

Elixir of immortality,
justified us that noon;
two old hearts met,
after years of monsoon.