Every leaf had a leaf to hit
I walked alone,
Between bamboo trees,
The cooler wind blew,
And leaves rustled-
Every leaf had a leaf to hit.
A hopeless romantic,
The poet wrote-
Stars tonight, visible-
Waiting for your look;
Cool Wind, strong-
Yearning for your warmth;
Surroundings, quiet -
Asking for your presence;
Atmosphere, serene -
