The Song of the Woods

Smoothly, the crisp clean wind moves quietly through the trees, making the leaves rustle.

While the the nightingale sings its favorite song and the call of the owl sweeps through the air to catch his dinners no far away in the distance you can faintly hear the howl of the wolf as he tells his story to the moon. With all these lovely songs that the wooded lands sing at dusk, with a wave of light it all hits the ground at the crack of daylight.