The night lay in wait.
The sun fell through the sky
and the trees held the ball of fire close to them.
The air grew cold and the stars lit the sky with their light.
Dusk had come
and lent calm to the end of the day.
The songs of the birds has ceased
and the sound of night crept up on the pair
as they sat with wine in hand.
His stare caught her off guard.
She brought the glass to her lips and drank.
She could feel his gaze burn her skin
and his smile made her heart warm.
The fire roared and the sparks lit the sky.
This was the night.
She knew it, she felt it.
He got down on one knee and gave her the box.
It was carved from a branch of the tree they knew,
a tree that saw two friends grow since they were young.
The ring and the box were pure love.
She lay a kiss on his lips
and said yes.
This was written in response to the Daily Prompt that was my suggestion today!! Write about anything you choose using only one-syllable words. It was also inspired by a friends recent engagement and the ring box was carved from a branch of a tree they played under as children.