The scent of jasmine on the breeze;
The screech of parrots in the trees;
The splash of lorikeets’ bright hue;
The drone of traffic starts anew.
The sun descending through the cloud
In a pink and golden shroud;
Work is finished; time to rest;
Sun slowly sinking in the west.
Shadows lengthen; darkness grows;
Moon with its stars appears and glows;
Time for love and for romance;
Time for dreaming; time to dance.
As the magic evening flies,
Drink the promise in his eyes,
But when the music fades and dies,