The cricket plays a melody in the night,
the gentle breeze joins its tune,
with the rustling grass it\'s flute.
The moon watching from up above,
shines his borrowed light,
onto the waves charging at the cliff.
The splashes of whitewash water that follow soon,
resonate a thunderous clap of a hundred hands,
and elevate the nights\' mellow tune.
the twinkle of the stars, enchant my eye,
as I hear this nights\' lullaby,
And fall into a languid slumber.