In The Night
In the night I sit and wonder,
I wonder about the owl,
The Bat,
The cricket,
And what about the fireflies,
To remember the sweet smell of dew on the grass,
Or the songs of the hills in the early morning,
To watch the sun rise on the hill over the barn,
Or to listen to the songs of the early morning birds,
To watch the fire dance as the sets and rolls into the night,
Or to hear the smooth water ripple on the lake,
To see the sight of millions of fireflies all along the trees by the stream,
Or to watch the salamanders crawl under the rocks,
To feel the smooth mud under your toes,
Or the warm sweet sun on your face,
To the view at the top of foxfire
That one spot will take your breath away,
To feel what I feel when I am hear
You have to be able to see, to listen, to smell, and to feel,
You need to be here,
Here in my sanctuary to experience this,
You need to be in my camp,
I miss every thing about it every day,
And every night.
