Oh, how the leaves laugh in the golden glow! With every sway, the earth starts to flow, Swaying low beside the shimmering stream, Where butterflies flutter as if in a dream. Under the branches that dance in the dusk, I breathe the calm scents—sweet life in its musk. Nature whispers gently in the tranquil night, Filling my heart with a warm, pure delight.

• Arthur Rimbaud