Moonlight Valley

On a night when the stars were dancing and a chilly wind blowing, crickets were doing their thing and the pine trees were swaying. A poet & his muse lay in wait to watch the dance of the stars.

Unbeknownst to them, silently the moon crept up from behind the mountains and lit up the dark night sky as the stars danced in it's glow. The poet & his muse experienced the magical interplay that was happening before them as "let there be love" emanated from the miniscule speakers of a Motorola Z3 play. The pine trees were awash with moonlight and a magical aura transcended the valley. The cool night breeze swaying the trees to and fro as if they were dancing to Laura Fygi's romantic rendition. The leaves of the pine trees turning silver and gold, flutter and dance to the music.

The poet & his muse watched in awe as the moon, the stars and the trees danced to the rhythm of the night. Who needs LV's? ...for now. :)