The hot and stuffy day is gone
The tiny yellow stroke of the new Moon
Appeared in the sky.
The wind has ceased to blow
And lonely nightingale
Is singing in the woods.
Step stones of the path
So hot throughout the day
Are cool and wet with dew.
The path leads to the lake.
That lays beneath the stars
Reflecting the new Moon...
How strange it is to stay
In dark and quiet water
When the new Moon and stars
Are floating at your feet.