Treasure Island

Hunter Kejick

(Aug/03/90 / Sioux Lookout)

Silent Night


Evening dawn, going down
Beautiful lake to look at
Water is calm, night is rising

Night is here
Stars are brighter between me
What a silent night,
Quite and peaceful

Coming home soon
The night is still here, very quite to be here
Its dark and silent
Nothing to do more at night
But the thing is beauty night

Awake for the whole night until the sun rises
I’m coming home to and things right
Leaving my beautiful space
I’ll come back for here soon

Before I do go home
I may lead something to this night
My love and peace to send it to everyone
Who has the same night

Darken and stars are brighter
The moon will rise in the day time but until
The afternoon, until the winds are calm
Thank God the evening and night is silent

Submitted: Thursday, July 02, 2009
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