YAY! More retarded poetry! (yall know you missed that! ^_^)

Night's Song

Gentle rain creating a steady beat

In this soft night of summer's heat

The haunting call of the night's bird

Like the sweetest violin ever to be heard

The wind whistles through the trees

Creating voices one hears, not sees

As dark veils the night

Enhancing the sound, but not the light

Nature's orchestra awakens

And in the night, beckons

Rising slowly and then falling

As dawn soon comes to calling

The magic music comes every night

As the the normal world falls from sight

Replaced by shifting shadows

Like graceful ladies and soft-spoken fellows

Blessed be the night,

And to the birds who take flight,

To the wind that travels through the trees

Singing this song of the free

Achingly haunting as can be

As the music flows through me

Knowing I can't, but oh, how I long

To be part of the melody that is the Night's Song