Starry starry night
Angels of the sky are shining bright
The air moist and fair
Calmly whistling by
The wind has no care
Rushing past
Without a moment to spare
Silently but fast
Caressing your finger tips
Taking the moisture off your lips
Cruelly drifting down behind your neck
Hairs standing up tall
Becoming a shivering wreck
Gone before it arrives
Affecting all our lives

Circulating below the sparkling sky
Giving life to leaves
As they begin to fly
Soaring through the coldness
Weightlessly gliding
Into the abyss
Dancing across
Gliding freely
Like puppets on a string
Choreographed to natures sync
Forcing you to stop and think
As the branches sway and creak
Listen as the trees sing
Harmonised without a single sin
Narrating to a depth of sound
Innocently whimpering
Its big oak trunk limping
Shedding leaves of loneliness
Subtlety making a fuss