The Moon spills out onto the road
Air is quiet except for the dust that blows
Crops rock gentle, they go side to side to a rhythm only they know
They stand uniform in their corn rows
The rustling leaves whisper adventurous tales from the road
Fireflies shimmer, fade, and glow
A diligent wolf carves out a new trail
Gone off course, a rogue ship that set sail
Oak trees marinate in melancholy, they wail
Whisps of clouds bumble along the sky
A bird of prey awaits the right time to fly
The passage of time is observed by the stars
The Moon watches over the land with a full heart
