Marshland Dreams
In the night the marsh cricket cries,
Ringing through the starless still
A song of aurora skies.
A pale gray moon, listening, sighs,
No wind rippling the watermill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.
Shearing the dark a lost bird flies,
The melody shivers in the chill
A song of aurora skies.
Hours before forgotten sunrise,
Ants dare venture from their hill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.
Beneath the marsh water millions of eyes,
Shameless creatures drink in their fill
A song of aurora skies.
There are no fears, there are no lies
They cannot understand this thrill
In the night the marsh cricket cries
A song of aurora skies.
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