Shush

The armada sailed before my eyes, crispy autumn leaves in the evening breeze. Into the mist of the cooling pool, away on a voyage of serenity The watching reeds and sedge wave farewell, the damsel and the dragonflies in harmony sang their goodbyes. And the evening crept silently dragging its cloak and diamond skies, over hedge and stile, offers sleep to this once sun kissed land. But the moon has her friends, who walk and fly her calm. Live the safety of the night and the daylights hunters eye. The pitter patter of tiny feet, the bats transparent wing against the moon and reynards silent stalk. Sit quiet listen and the night comes to life, the owls glide, the grass snakes slide, branches gossip in the breeze, hedgehogs grubbing as the foxglove rings the hour. The petals fold and sleep, the willow with soft dew weep, and in the peace the spider plucks his web and serenades the silver clouds as the land lies deep in the heart of serenity.