Chatter.
Chime.
Twinkle.
Rustle.
Sounds of Night no one tries to hear.
Listen...
The grass chatters,
The wind chimes,
The stars twinkle,
The leaves rustle.
It is a pity that not many have the open mind to hear.

Flying high above the clouds
I feel free
I land ******* the ground of reality
So little time, so much to do
I cannot waste it, I must fight to be free.
I will fight this sickness
I will climb the tree of hope
I will reach the leaves of peace