In the vast and fertile valley

In the night when stars are shining

Peaceful clouds drift by like smiles from strangers

There is no sense of false security 

There is no whip or lion tamer 

Only the beauty of the empty wind

The moon is quietly patiently waiting 

For its soft glow to work on the mimosa

Slowly and only when it’s ready

The flower will open 

And shed its fragrance 

Then the moon will be so happy 

But the moon will never gloat

Never kiss and tell

This is the vast and fertile valley 

Where crickets chirp

And nesting birds

Dwell together 

And sing in harmony 

In the beautiful morningtide 

Into the light of day

-jenn