Lying beneath the willow tree
Watching the clouds dancing above
The feeling of the soft grass tickling my skin
The breeze blowing through my hair
The golden sun is setting
Bringing out the brillance of colors
As day turns to night in the exchange
The nightingale sings
The sky opens up
The clouds dancing away
Revealing the brightness of the diamonds
And the soft glow of the moon
The air is cool and the fragrance of flowers fill it
I wrap myself in the soft comfort of the throw
My eyes drink in the beauty of night
Basking in its faint glow
Close you eyes for just a moment
Make a wish on the first star
Your deepest desires
Begging to come true
Now is the time that I must retire
Blow kisses to my night
I will return tomorrow
Good day to my night
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
Lying beneath the willow tree
Watching the clouds dancing above
The feeling of the soft grass tickling my skin
The breeze blowing through my hair
The golden sun is setting
Bringing out the brillance of colors
As day turns to night in the exchange
The nightingale sings
The sky opens up
The clouds dancing away
Revealing the brightness of the diamonds
And the soft glow of the moon
The air is cool and the fragrance of flowers fill it
I wrap myself in the soft comfort of the throw
My eyes drink in the beauty of night
Basking in its faint glow
Close you eyes for just a moment
Make a wish on the first star
Your deepest desires
Begging to come true
Now is the time that I must retire
Blow kisses to my night
I will return tomorrow
Good day to my night
