The shattered envisages

The top of the trees were covered
With beams of the moon.
The soothing breeze carrying
frgance of wild blossoms.

The ambience became more devine
With mother bird soft crooning.

I was committed
so my patience was infinite.

I was startled to hear
the fall of sheding leaves.
It was the only climax
of that night.

The small pieces of moon light
seems to me glass pieces.

My hope was shattered
like glass pieces.
I could see
every bit of pieces
moking my
several days of envisages.