The wind sang lullabies,
As the sun died a slow death.
The forest hushed & turned eerie,
Soft grunting sounds are heard,
The tiny mouse scurries away.
The trees swung their arms,
Flowers curl-up to sleep,
The moon woke up & yawned.
The stream murmured as it tiptoed
Gurgling & jaunting to the waiting pond,
While the ocean waves whispered a song.
My book called me to converse,
I heeded its incessant call.
The book’s words cried their pleas,
As the velvet night walked by slowly,
the stars glinting beckoned by the full moon.