Every night she sits upon the rocks,
Her eyes gazing upon the moon.
The dark woods, they creep all around her,
As she wonders and wishes upon the stars.
The soft trickle of the stream rings in her ear,
All else is the silent whisper of the wind blowing,
As the calm night soothes her soul,
She wonders, alone.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Every night she sits upon the rocks,
Her eyes gazing upon the moon.
The dark woods, they creep all around her,
As she wonders and wishes upon the stars.
The soft trickle of the stream rings in her ear,
All else is the silent whisper of the wind blowing,
As the calm night soothes her soul,
She wonders, alone.
