Through whistling winds and rustling trees,
The silent owl comes.
What would you give to see as he sees?
Spy the deep silver moon, hear the buzzing of bees--
While the whole world's asleep, lying under the leaves--
The silent owl comes.
Shush! Be quiet and you'll hear,
The rustle of wings, the cry of the night--
While the only lantern is the lovely moonlight--
And he soars as high and as free as a kite--
The silent owl comes.
But lo! the dawn is coming through,
The people awake, the day starts anew,
And no one is thinking that when the day dies--
When they're in their beds and the moon starts to rise--
That then, in the dark and the cool of the night--
The silent owl comes.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
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