Moon Song

The stillness is magical, and all one hears is the song of the moon. The night has come with a divine quietness throughout the canopy. And just past midnight as the dawn sleeps till the song ceases, My sleep is sweet, enraptured by the beats of the musical feast. Thousands of butterflies are on loan from heaven's orchestra. Arrested and captured by the moon song, time pauses. It's a long song that one wishes would never end. It's a song of beauty, owned by the moon. It's a song about color and comfort; One about commonality and community; One to which the butterflies dance.