The soft and warm breeze,
The rustle of leaves on trees,
The rhythmic sound of dead leaves;
Getting crunched under my feet,
The faint smell of blooming jasmine;
Pulling you closer; pulling you in,
The hoot of an owl searching for its prey,
And crickets singing their evening prayer,
Welcoming the coming summers,
After a long harsh winters;
The minute green lights amaze the eyes,
The hearts asks legs to follow those fireflies,
The glow of crescent moon illuminates the way,
The twinkling stars never let anyone getting astray,
That simple walk can calm all turbulences,
Giving an adventure to all your senses,
Where everything in you feels complete,
That’s the magic held by The Midnight Street.