Restless, I wander about not knowing why peace will not come.
As I step into the cool night air I am in awe at the beauty as silver hues quietly sift through the trees casting age old shadows.
The stars are playing a symphony to the earth and the moon is softly singing a lullaby.
The sacred old owl and wolf join in and reach their god. The coyote will not be ignored.
Nature goes within herself as she is calmed by the twinkling symphony.
My heart swells at the stillness and beauty of the night and I softly sing to my God.
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