The moon she rises in such tranquility
Bathing the earth in hushed light
The stars she uses as her playground
Flitting them into pictures of the night
The night birds and all nocturnal's start to pay homage to the the glory of her
Singing their songs of chirps and howls, and moans in houses unheard
She sends dreams to those who are most in need
Silently she sings her lullaby through the trees
Hushed is the world when she comes to play
In this twilight that follows the harshest of days