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 -

Demanding intimate conversations.