There must be something
upon the hill,
when crescent whispers to shadows,
trees stretch out in tiptoes,
and owls halt on the branches.

There must be something
In the breeze,
when the misty May breathes fragrance,
windows half opened,
sunrays shed their golden pattern.

There must be something
On the beach,
when sunset kisses the skyline,
waves twist with bubbles,
and sand embraces our footprints.

There must be something
beneath your skin,
when the pulse flushes with pump,
twinkle blinks upon your gaze,
and a bunny cannot rest inside.