Good Night
By Mouse Poet
As the day fades and comes to an end, I close my eyes and think of the morning songbirds dancing and playing, singing to the rhythm of the winds. I think of the midday rains falling from the heavens and letting the droplets cleanse me with tenderness. I think of the sweet taste that comes from the blossoms of the evening clover. And I think of a starry night, seeing the lights of fireflies lining the shallow creek beds as they prepare for their winter sleep. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 12:15 PM PST 0 • 18 • 10
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