Night Mountain Wind

Craned my neck and saw the full moon.

Shining away with all its glory.

Borrowing all it could from the Sun; 

which was nowhere to be seen so soon.

      Through the dark woods, I waded my way;

      followed and guided by this stray;

      so bright and sketchy, with messy-white a sheen.

As my feet shuffled past the dark shrubbery,

did I realize that alone was not me.

      Twisting and whirling, around itself;

      there was something else; which made its presence felt;

      by sending a chilling wave down my spine.

No, no, not animals; they don't have me scared.

'cause at this time around, we all had the Jungle shared.

In a whistling flow, it gave a gentle bow, 
ruffled the leaves up, and then let them go.

.

The Night Mountain Wind brought the night mountain chill

which threatened the warmth that backed my power of will.

I climbed upon a ridge which itself jutted by

and saw the night valley sing a lullaby.

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