The shadows..
dancing
for your entertainment..
the rain tapping..
lulling you to sleep...
and the forest is resting..
with you..
not a sound to be heard..
when your half awake..
looking around..
wondering..
how is life so..
pure ?
when it is untouched by man..
left to work
on its own acordance..
with the natural..
rhythems and beats..
making sure you rest
soundly..
as the soft sounds die..
and the shadows then
cry..
for they're forced to stop
their celebration..
the rain to end..
its musical tune..
as you now sleep..
The rain was
tapping..
making sure you slept
so peacfully..
and the shadows..
were dancing..
