Softly, ever surely, comes the music of the night
a million tiny evening bugs whose wings are taking flight.
The crickets chirp a lullaby around the lily pond ….
and cause such songs of glory … as heaven waves it’s wand.
A bull frog splashes water as he leaps from stone to stone,
I love each melody I hear … I love each subtle tone.
What joy my heart feels everytime – I stand out in the night;
and gaze my view on every perfect miracle in sight.
The evening is my quiet friend,it always soothes my soul ,
my mind is clear, my heart beats soft, and I feel really whole.
Take a walk into the night and hear the songs it sings,
and in those special moments .. Cherish all the joy brings it!
By Diane Ranker Riesen
Artist Ida Rentoul Outhwaite.
Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/1809811532530240/