in this woodland
in this grove; this sacred place
this hallowed spot in the stillness
I hear the cheerful knights of the darkness starting their song... ((peep, peep))
...the flurry of birdwing as they settle in for the night
their cousins out hunting for bugs
the deer as they rest upon the ground in search of slumber
and the bear as he wakes... stretches and yawns... and makes his way into the twilight...
the moon as she edges up towards the top of the hill... looking down upon us all;
and I feel at peace.