Evening Reflection to Sunny Morn

Bombard me with the visual prospect
Silhouette of shapely maiden
Magnificent posture reflected in the mirrored lake S
o many dreamt, but she has won
Received the lucky lottery prize
A thousand confirmations of the young
Seeing is not always believing
Like the bubbly beer foam
Like the rain-soaked evening clouds
That melts by morning with the beaming sun
Like the last echo in the hills
All so susceptible to disappear
And dissipate so quickly
Leaving but a brief memory
Left is space, and brook, green valleys
Birds chirp, the rustling branches, some echoes
Visible and audible, I don’t give a damn
As the blazing sun sparkles again
And we all dance, gyrate, join and jump
Into the fray of day