The mist
Shining silver in the twilight
The stars
White and cold and bright

Oh, the songs
That whistle on the wind
Moaning their haunting
Melody

Every note
Is brought to harmony
By the dancing of the moon
Leading the midnight parade

Wind pads by
Peering at the symphony of
The night
The river reeds applaud

The creek
And pond
Sigh their joy
At the song of early blooms

Crocuses and poppies
Dance to the tune
That the meadow cricket sings
Bright sparks in the dark

Peonies sigh
Like teardrops
Felled from the moon
To grace the meadow's sleep

Hush now
Sleep and sigh
To the tune of
Summer's Lullaby