The soft voice of a night bird echos as the stars glitter in the sky,
Hear intently for the the soft, cool, breeze that spreads her tune
As night bird looks up and tilts her obsidian beak high,
The soft voice of a night bird echos as the stars glitter in the sky,
As the foxes prowl down low and the owls spread their wings up high,
Her silhouette stands, perched beneath the silvery moon
The soft voice of a night bird echos as the stars glitter in the sky,
Hear intently for the the soft, cool, breeze that sings her tune,
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Beautiful, Kasey. I love it when nature grabs your senses and captivates your soul
Thank you!