Songs of the night, sweet lullabies for the days toil
Messages from Heaven, refined touch of God’s goodness
Whistling from the neighboring pines and wide eyed owls
All call out to the quiet night, strange, quietly hopeful
Dreams are cut out on plates of wet marble
Left to dry out in the open sun, like some fairytale
Hopes of happy ever after, thoughts of great deeds
One bonded from Nature and love of God
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