The Moon Came Down

The moon came down one clear spring night
Gentle in her whispering
Sharing dreams in beams of light
While beasts and men were slumbering

She spoke of owls all singing soft
Beneath her silver glow
And all the host of sparkling stars
That danced o'er sleeping homes

She spoke of old oaks rustling
In a cool, caressing breeze
And how the wind would whistle
As it tip-toed through the leaves

She spoke then of the nightingale
Soaring through her moonlight pale
Rising, falling, twirling 'round
Far above the moonlit ground

She spoke of all her eyes had seen
And then she spoke no more
And as the sun arose from sleep
The moon began to snore