Night

The bats are flying and crickets creeping they angels in heaven are singing while in our warm bed we are dreaming under the starless night that is dark and still and the mosquitoe bites, are delight fill we sleep,we have beautiful sweet dream while many have nightmares that makes them scream we only pray for protection we can't make angelic selection but we wake next morn, strong and sound we never know how long we've laid on ground at times in starfilled sky or night of rain we sleep, wake up, see ourselves still sane.