The stars and moon are out tonight
Each and everyone glowing in the endless black backdrop
The twisting of the lifeless trees in the summer breezes
The wind gusts, rubbing tree on trees, branch on branch
The creaking noises and the bruising sounds piercing the quite chilly night
The few pops when branches break
And fall like lifeless dolls to the ground, they fall
The calling of owls, and the rustle of raccoons
Each and every noise clear, underneath the moon and sky
Wispy clouds roll past above me, they fade away
Like when an old man puffs on a cigar, the smoke just fades away
Falling asleep I miss the shooting stars and the howl of a tired old wolf
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