Song Of The Night
The sounds of the night combined to make one beautiful serenade.
The breeze rustling through the leaves.
The night life singing songs of old.
And if you listen with the determination of a fox,
you might just hear a star twinkle and chime,
and the moon whispering secrets of time untold.
Piercing the peaceful dark of the night,
is the wishmaker's dream, shimmering high above.
The stars of the galaxy turning in unison.
Overlooking us all with luminescents sp bright,
is the obediant follower of the chariot of Mighty Apollo.
The moon gazed down in it's all-knowing glory.
These sights and sounds combined with that refreshing fragrance,
of dew forming, the foretelling scent of rain, makes it all surreal.
The night, the time for sleep, rest, and regeneration;
The time to start the world anew.
Every night, the world is rebuilt, and stamped with the offical ceal.
Now, I must slumber, to the music, of the song. . of the night.
Rain
Pitter patter
Splitter splatter
Down it falls
Does it matter?
Yes it might
Even inspite
The curses agiasnt it
All day and nyte
No one sees
That it releives
The world of thirst
With such ease
Refreshing Scent
When you are spent
Down it falls
But its only lent
Tomorrow its gone
The day was long
But it will be back
To sing its song
The Autumn Air
One day i sat underneath a tree,
And closed my eyes so I could not see.
Now it was just nature and me,
In the world surrounding that single tree.
I felt the sweet caress of the breeze,
And heard the rustle of the leaves.
I brought my legs up and huggedmy knees,
As my hair moved softly with the breeze.
I breathed in deeply of the scent,
All that day I could have spent,
Underneath that tree with my arms bent,
Around my knees breathing in that scent.
How beautiful it was that day,
The sky filled with clouds of gray.
How I wish, wish that I may,
Have every day be like that day.