• A single wind that blows through the night,
    Summons the sounds of a rolling ocean from the simplist of trees.
    An echoing rythym of beats from the creatures of the night calling to each other.
    We sway to and fro with the wind, to the beat, a never ending rythym.
    A rustle of the grass adding it's melody,
    The music unbrocken by any waking thing, lasting through the night in a joyous chorus.
    The beat of the creatures softening and growing with the dance of the wind through the leaves giving an eternal background for the evergrowing song.
    No words merely sounds given by nature to us, for us to enjoy.
    Calm winds die and come back in force with each leaf adding it's silkin dance.
    Each turn a new sound, each soundwith more force until nothing.
    Just calm. Then a slight rythym of beats starts to let us know they have yet to finish thier melody in this peaceful darkness,
    Where i see nothing and hear all.