Sometimes
in the dark of the night,
in the abyss of forsaken forests
when tree's take on new meaning
and sensation's in the light of the moon;
you can look up into the sky
and see a million stars
floating ghost like in the heavens.
They sing a lullaby
and bliss into the air.
They sing most beautifully
when they know your not listening.
Humming, swooping low into the night,
whispering dreams,
and nightmares
You lay your head down
in the cold wet embrace
of the grass and the weeds;
and listen to the ground breath,
and hear it,
beating,
growing,
**filled with life.