Walking the Moonlight
i walk the hill by the moonlight quiet and solitary with no one beside i hear the night creatures speak a language of their own ask each other perhaps if the intruder be know i walk the hill by the moonligt quiet and solitary with no one beside i see the yawn flower sway calmly with the wind try to glance perhaps at me not of thier kin i walk the hill not anymore since then quiet and solitary devoid of a friend i stay in my yard and reflect on the pretty sight the sight i remember when walk the moonlight