My garden is sleeping
So don’t make a noise
The birds in their slumber
In treetops deploy
But first sign of morning
They will break into song
While waiting for sunshine
And day that is long
Right now all the dewdrops
Are ready to spread
On green little shoots
That long to be fed
The wind through the bushes
Plays a night time lament
As the moon in its journey
Has moonbeams to vent
Across a silent sky.
PTT
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