A girl, tiptoeing on stockinged feet approaches down the path dappled in shadows. A stillness is over her face as she looks around into the quiet. A distant airplane mumbles, and it is the only sound. She treads quietly, almost afraid to breathe, to break the magical spell of silence that surrounds the world. Everything seems frozen in time. A light nightgown swishes around her ankles. It brushes into watchful trees. Their leaves bow in respect to the folds of material. A serene look enters her eyes, and she looks toward the darkening heavens. Long, dark hair swirls around her shoulders. Deep hazel eyes scan the moment of stillness before her. And she begins to sing. A song that carries over yards, countries, and worlds. And the world breathes again and the world joins in her song.
She smiles to the peaceful, joyous world, and fall to her knees. She looks towards the trees. They bow in the wind, dancing with the grass at their feet. Her sweet lips utter a clear sentence. “Thank you, Lord.” The world falls silent, worshipping. The girl turns, and tiptoes away, with the moon to guide her back to her bed.