Upon the grassy hill sat I,
eye's shimering up at the star dotted black,
the ivory light reflected from the sky,
the cold-snipping wind pushing gently at my back.
"What have I more to desire? " whispered I
my voice in;out with the breeze
'Than to gaze upon this, midnight sky,
and join in the rustling bane of the tree's"
For far has this tenacious young one traveled
Fought, and shambled upon many a-frights,
Just to hear the singing,
to join in with the baning
to stumble in one of these scarce winter nights.
"For all the evil I have dealt, (upon a very weary day) ,
It pales in from natures small token,
that I ask who can spend, If you may? "
For a infinitesimal freckle was she,
upon this grassy hill
and yet, surely, no other being could be
the one to hear the rusty trill.