i love it.when the moon is out. no clouds are to be seen. only 1,2,3,twinkln stars shine.along with billions more which can not be seen...
when the wind just slightly wisps the tree's, the rustle and the singing of the spring breez, it brushes my face with coolness as it pass,
but oh dear, it's getting cold, howlong will it last?...
poet ? 
ohhhh! nice! umake that up ur self?
