A slight breeze ruffled the trees
And the calm of the summer night.
It played with my hair and brushed my cheek,
Uplifted to the still heavens above
Whose stars burned bright.
And the moon shone brilliantly
Against the black sky.
I heard the field sigh
As the breeze blew soft through the meadow,
Tickled the murmuring brook,
And Whistled through the hills,
Whose songs echoed back.
And the sleeping flowers rested
Against the dark earth.