Looking over. Over hills beyond the forgotten freshly snowed woods, asleep tucked in like the warmth it temporary coldness of the night. All is quiet and calm while the wind gently flows running into frozen over icicles creating a charm of music that gets picked up by the wind to carry on through the night. The wind then meets up with other winds over the water in front of the moon to preform a symphony of charms that make a lullaby in the Mist of night. The moon gets over joyed for it knows the nature of mother earth try's it's hardest to make the meeting of moon and earth special every night when everything thing is quite and calm. Only those who understand, understand. and those who don't, don't and those who don't don't know the beauty that Lies in the deep dark part of night when the moon meets water and a symphony orchestras created by Mother Earths children of wind summer, winter, spring and fall come together to preform a marvelous show for the moon upon the water while it meets there dear Mother Earth once again. And each symphony is kept locked a way for another day by Father Time.
