Midnight stars humming their lullaby,
Twinkling in assurance, as the night fades.
Dreamy clouds glide by,
Searching for the lost souls that evades.
As time grows dark and old,
Seamless grey fills the sky.
Gracious trees, their branches fold,
To catch the little droplets that fly.
Wispy fog swirls around,
Flustered by the wind carrying;
Tiny beads of joy, falling on the ground,
Soft rain covers, sending all scurrying.