The night's passion is irresistable.
The moon's glow is so pleasing.
The wind's whisper is so soothing.
Tonight the stars are my friends.
Tonight the trees will dance.
Tonight the owls will sing.
Tonight the birds will slumber.
Nature's aroma will rise of sweet smelling pine and sticky dew.
The sky will paint it's sensual hues of violet and deep red.
The city lights will compete with the twinkling stars.
I hope to see a shooting star.
And wish evening would never cease...
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 4:38 PM UTC
The night's passion is irresistable.
The moon's glow is so pleasing.
The wind's whisper is so soothing.
Tonight the stars are my friends.
Tonight the trees will dance.
Tonight the owls will sing.
Tonight the birds will slumber.
Nature's aroma will rise of sweet smelling pine and sticky dew.
The sky will paint it's sensual hues of violet and deep red.
The city lights will compete with the twinkling stars.
I hope to see a shooting star.
And wish evening would never cease...