The silky soft fingers and golden light
Across the milky gray shadows of cloud
Surrounding green leaves
Springing up from the earth.
Trunks of trees, gray and tall,
Flecked with brown…
Yellow flowers, flickering bright,
The torches of flowers in the night.
The grass is cold, green and alive
Breathing each time the winds sigh.
I see the stars, they are up there,
Twinkling forever in the misty air.
They smile and laugh, as their mother moon…
Shines down bright, on shadowed tree
That rises high
Above the earth bound humans,
up towards the sky.
Cherry blossoms, they fall down,
Velvet snow dancing along the ground.
Freeing blackness, darkness of night,
Surrounds me, loving me like
A blanket of one you love the most.
Now the wind sighs, and turns her head
Towards the south, now the north, now the west…
Skimming the earth as she roams, towards the sea…
Where there, over shadowed dune,
Rides the mighty mother moon.
Pulling waves up to the top
Of the sandy shore, and where it stops…
To caress the shells that skim and float
Driven by the sea in her majesty.
The sea, upon its gray blue head
Lies the shimmering sun, lying down to bed
To let us sleep and forget the past
And lets the stars play tag upon out laps.
Trees make their final salutation,
Waving branches at her intonation.
Weaving dreams and thoughts
To ease our passage into the nature
Of sleep and trees and the sighing wind
As it sings a soft lullaby.