Unspoken Lullaby

The silver water gently laps against the shore,
Every tiny wrinkle visible
Under the brightly shining yellow moon.
Majestic tree rustle their leaves,
They sing in the silence.

The smell of evergreen surrounds me, 
Soft pale soil lying underneath,
Sweet meadow grass swaying,
A light wind softly stoking nature
Singing me a lullaby.

Here I sit peaceful and serene,
Heavy dew hanging in the night air
Caressing my warm, rosy cheeks,
Tiny droplets kissing my eyelids,
It is almost morning.

The chilly night air is leaving,
Warmth now growing all around
Enveloping me with tender hands.
Silence is parting
Along with the enchantment of darkness.

Footsteps are now approaching,
Children are laughing,
Suffocating my unspoken lullaby
It has died,
I weep.

By N.W.