Melody

The dark and dreary sky sings me a lullaby.
How perfect the loose melody sways in my head like a dandelion in a gentle breeze, and how it makes my eyelids warm and heavy. Heavy enough to snap closed but gentle enough to soothe.
Swirling in a cloud of warmth, I stir and awaken to the hum of birds in the morning's horizon.
The song so sleek on the slippery dew just as the sun grazes the tips of the freshly cut grass. I sing along with the faint song the wild birds sang.

The hum was just right and the morning all bright, I couldn't have had a better night.