The night grows older by the second, silver beams of moonlight falling across the earth’s surface like the grey hair framing a wise man’s temple. The fog condenses out of thin air and rubs its bare skin against the red soil of the ground. The leaves melt the fog at the first touch and string beads of dew along their green veins. The stars wink at the Earth’s display of intimacy but are quickly disappointed as thick clouds blanket themselves around the Earth. The fog and Earth continue their love song through the night, undisturbed. Hours later, the Sun gently parts the clouds and warms the Earth soil with its fragile aurora. A wicked blush flits across his radiant face as he notices the plants and trees, fresh and still wet with dew. An indicia of a night that brewed unbridled passion and accouched new tagelied.