The night shines dark

With its own rhythms of choice.

The wind is reaching out

With a whispering voice.

The moonlight comes down

To light among the trees,

Gliding with no real strength

Across the rippling sea.

The animals turn their heads

To the soothing wind.

Somewhere, to a child,

A tree is lending its limb.

A unicorn with gold trim

Sheds magic glitter on the road.

But when dawn's first touch arrives,

The land's once again remote.