When the moon glows it’s silver light
And the trees all shake and stutter
At the end of the day

When your eyes close their lids
The salamander crawls from it’s nest
And slides across the forest floor

I am there to watch it
And I am there to see
The calling of the owls
The sleeping of the bees

When the sun yawns
And raises its yellow head
At dawn, with the alarm ringing
In your ear

And the cars
Honking in the street

The mourning dove
Walking down the pavement
Takes a bow and weeps
Until noon comes along