I can offer you the night,
where moon is not full but it’s suave and beautiful.
The wolf in you will be calm and won’t scowl,
as the moon will be the one to howl.
There might not be many stars in the sky
to make the night bright,
But I can offer you the darkness
which will make you trust the light
I can offer you the garden of fall,
where leaves are dry and wind is wild.
There won’t be pretty flowers
nor will be amazing sights.
I don’t promise you the colorful buds
and lush green trees,
But I can offer you my sight
that can make you see the nature’s delight.
I can offer you the waterfall of summer,
where water is not gushing.
There won’t be the sound of it’s fall
nor will be the fishes rushing.
I have nothing with me that’s precious
and can be a fascinating offer,
But I can give you all my hopes
that I have earned after all my suffer.