the night of a time a try

Under the coconut trees

Staring at the hanging lights

It never wants to shift away

It stays there wanting a try

The wind keep blowing

It rustles the leaves

It sings its songs

The night of a time a try

Under the coconut trees

I watch the sky moving by

The stars blinkering away

The whirring wind crying softly

There is a need

It says it has to be satisfied

In the night under the coconut trees

Of whispers of butterfly strokes

Under the coconut trees

The crescent moon peeps it through

The strings of dim lights flowing

In the warm summer nights