Sounds of earth

Nothing is heard, the air still,  
no breezes disturb the willow
the lily sleeps, her petals fold.  
Moon-lit shadows in the wood
sombre, sleeping primroses,  
all nature shivers as moonlight
fades and dark returns before
the sun begins his daily task,
waking farmyard cock and snail.
Darkest hours of night, church
chimes unheeded. Sleep
one more hour to dawn,then
rise again from your bed
to sounds of earth and willow.