Deep Woods

In the DEEP woods, where shadows CREEP and play, The winds WEEP, secrets SPEAK and sway, As branches CRACK, the night FALLS back. The MOON glows with a silver TUNE so bright, Each star SPARKS, a mark in the DARK of night, While wolves HOWL under the GLOWING prowl. By the STREAM, where the waters GLEAM and run, The RIPPLE of a stone is quickly NIPPLED and done, As nature SINGS with the WIND'S soft wings.