The gently flowing breeze hums a lullaby

Under its breath singing of seasons that fly

Of the river of Time, cascade of life

Gossips shared by dainty butterflies, and vagrant moths

Tunes learnt from the mellifloous cuckoo and lark

And symphony borrowed from saccharine nightingales

It flows in the silent of the ebon, drowsy night

And sings to the flowers drooping in the darkness

Trees like silhouetted giants in the darkness

Wraped in the raven cloak of the mute night

The eerie light of the blinking lunar lantern

That dangling with clouds covering as fluttering curtains

And the faint twinkle of the zillions of stars

Spreads a gossamer veil of silver satin threads

Like a canopy tranlucent and flimsy like cobwebs

On the face of the sleeping earth

And the breeze whistling and howling

Or just whipering soft words more felt than understood

Sings to the leaves to put them to sleep

And to the fledlings in cosy nests it sings

It lulls the weeping sunflower into a slumber

With promises of soft satin kisses

Of mellow rays of the aureate dawn of tomorrow

Wiping the smudged fingerprints of nightmares

From the eyelids of sleeping children

It puts them to sleeping humming lullabies of fairies

Lovers eagerly awaiting the dawn of new rendezvous

Are lulledto sleep with whispering strains

On the eyelids drooping with heaped spun dreams

In the morning as the sun yawns aloud to emit golden light

Over the horizons and rays open the blinds

The breeze sings into sleepy ears

To awake us all from the throes of slumbers…