Milky moonlight
The crunch of leaves
Noisy crickets
Not a soul in sight
A howl surrounds
A noise rebounds
I skip a heartbeat
Clutching in fright.
The walk has begun
That will last till dawn
With veins throbbing
To the song on my lips
Armed with a pen
Mightier than a sword
Ecstatic in delight
Poised I am, capturing the chants
Sung by the ants,
Sung by the trees,
Splashes from a puddle
In splendid harmony.
A whisper here, a crackle there
A hiss here and a growl there
The walk has just begun, my fellow
Silence beckons in this sleepy hollow
For the song of the forest
Is a song of charm
As if in subtle prayer
The species disarm
A magic is cast
As Nature hums itself to sleep
Listening to their prayer
Spellbound I remain.
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