~Night~ When day is done and night has come in its beauty and splendour And mortals lie deep in that sleep to which we must surrender The air grows still the earth bows down as she comes out walking The stones stand tall the branches fall- the streams and brooks stop talking. As she stands a maiden fair we really wouldn’t see her there Her ghostly skin and ethereal air- the stardust in her golden hair Her hands so gently touch the rocks leaving trails of bright green moss She whispers to the snake and Ox- the Badger Owl and the Fox She walks the forest paths for hours lighting…