• Silver rays shower down
    Into the whispering brook,
    Casting the reflection of the celestial moon.

    Fish swim languidly
    In the warm crystal waters,
    Illuminated by the quiet light.

    Soft green blades sway
    In the smooth winds.
    They wait eagerly for the morning dew.

    Few sounds can be heard
    In this glimpse of nature:
    The brook softly tricks down it's path.
    The towering oaks whistle in the smooth winds.

    All begin to fade
    As the clouds retake their sky.
    The quiet brook,
    The swaying grass,
    The whistling trees.
    All fade from sight.