One, the lonely moonlight, whispers soft shadows. It counts the dreams left untold upon the night.
Two, the hidden fairies, dance in circles around sleeping daisies. Their music a song of very few words.
Three, the silent owls, gather wisdom amongst the branches. Their eyes know the tales that numbers speak.
Four, the drumming rain, patters lightly on winding paths. Transformation dances along shadows and echoes of creatures unseen.
Five, the flickering stars, shine in harmony scattered across the sleepy sky. They are the guardians of whispered secrets.