Awaiting the Morning
High up;
Within a leafy sanctuary I lay.
All around me birds settle down for the night.
Above us;
The moon shines graciously in the heavens.
The light it emits drifts down,
Filtering through silver leaves bathed in moonlight.
By its side,
The stars shyly twinkle;
Lending their salutations to the night.
The wind quickens,
Sending the leaves all arustling.
Boughs groan;
Resisting for a moment before swaying with the wind.
Cicadas sing from within their hidden places;
Lending their lullaby.
Sleep falls upon us.
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