Amidst the twilight on this four-lane street,
Where lovers’ hands entwine in rhythmic beat,
I walk alone, my heart a tranquil fire,
To nature’s arms, my only true desire.

While couples pass in fleeting embrace,
Their whispered words, a temporary grace,
I revel in the trees, the sky, the song,
Of nature’s love, eternal, pure, and strong.

For though their...