Shadows dance, whispers chant
sillouettes smiling out of the mist
\"find the colors beyond the grey\"
said the echo of the soft, sweet night
moon casting spirals in the dew.

One day the clouds will shape
into bunnies or dragons
and kingdoms will rise from
the tales told by sleeping flowers.

Hear the singsong of the winds
as they curl around the old oak,
branches waving like childen
caught in games of hide-and-seek.