Until Dawn

The wind it sings and it does play;
Is that the sound I’ve heard all day?
It jumps and glides through foggy air,
And into soft, white clouds so fair.

It skips and hops until night falls,
And twirls until the owl calls;
It ruffles the feathers of the trees,
Then dies into a simple breeze.

Little creatures crawl the ground,
Minding their own without a sound;
Stealing seed and leaves and grass –
Which had fallen from the trees at last.

The grass it rests beneath the wet,
That blanketed once sun had set,
And there t’will stay through night so long,
Until the bright and warmth of dawn.