Night's songBy Vallarina K. Thalen
The room is dark and quiet, you close your eyes and slip away.
The world stops spinning round at the end of the day.
The crickets chirrup blooms into a resonating quire,
Joined by owl frog and wind while all other beasts retire.
Fireflies come out in pairs to waltz, and dance, and play.
Dancing to the music till the dawning of the day.