I am the delight of a muddy street enraptured by the sleet.
I am the conspiracy of a moonless night where lovers meet.
I am the carelessness of a damsel whose feet found music,
I am the verve of a bird garnering for the future stick after stick.
I am the aroma of a windless afternoon where cares retreat,
I am the rustle of a soulless leaf beneath your hasty feet.
I am the blush of a bloom bedecked by the morning dew,
I am the joy of a cloud embraced by the familiar rays anew.
I am the splendour of a rainbow; incomplete, incongruous and yet a rapture drawn,
I am the simple pleasures of life, never out of sight and yet long gone.