Running on a midnight errand.
Feet are fleeing, ravens scaring.
Turning ever into the speckle sprinkled starry night
Satyrs frolicked, hooves click clacking.
Trees were groaning,
twigs were snapping.
Ants a-marching,
spiders napping,
Underneath the twilight\'s twinkling sleepy secret sigh.
Perfumed air and baby dewdrops,
Summer sweetgrass whispering true-loves.
Moonlit beams revealing ghost resting on pollen\'s respite
Up we marched into the hilltops.
Kids in flip-flops,
Dogs and brown hogs.
Fairies flitting,
nymphs a-swimming
Eagerly to see the sight.
Then, amidst the starlit hilltop
grew a tree of moss and hyssop.
Flowers dripping with a softly glowing nectar smelling sweet and light
So they drank the nectar deeply.
Tumbling, laughing,
dancing freely.
Booming, roaring,
whispering meekly.
Before travelling back to their homes awaiting morning light.