Sleep With Them Too

Can you hear the whisper in the wind

Can you hear the voices blowing in its recesses

Can you hear them and feel them

Caressing the leaves on the golden trees?

Is the world real to you today

When the light goes down on the horizon

And it seems like it is on fire

A fire burning

A blaze shining?

Does it seem like something that is possible

Such a sight in the arms of this world?

Can you feel the wind humming

In the eaves of the very leaves it is caressing?

Hang in the arms of the tree branches swinging

The frost is coming and they are willing

To sleep until the world is new

And they want you to sleep with them too.

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