I dream of the tall oaks that spill the darkness of shadows down.
The winds blow a tune of a lonesome bayou sound.
The cry of the owl moves about in the night.
The fog is thick under moonlight.
As the full moon is slowly diplaced,
I watch the darkness of the night fade away.
A beam of sunlight touches my face.
The dew still stands on the old oak leaves.
A spider's web in the sunlight gleems.
From dusk to dawn I watch time pass,
and a new day born as the sun sets fast.
The creek runs infinite among the silhouette of the tall pines,
set against the baby blue sky.
In all of nature's beauty,
I will not forget,
the still quietness in the wilderness.