Song of Night

The gentile breeze is blowing upon my face,
so cool and relaxing as i sit upon my tree.
Breathing in the crisp clean scents of the night further relaxes,
as I start to drift away,
with the sound of leaves swaying to the rhyhm of the wind.
I listen to the song.
Have you heard it?
Its the one where the owl takes center stage,
and the crickets play the melody.
It has no beginning,
yet the end is just as far away.
It is the song of sleep.
It is the song of the heavens.
It is the song of the earth.
It is the song of the oceans.
It is the song of Night.