Lulling night.

Lulling night oh sweet array
it's almost active nearing day,

the choir birds whom sing of home, in nests would wonder there and roam

They come as protest in days light morn, in warming tunes to harmonize

As any dream Could offer still, clear with open eyes

In skies of blue they do retire, past the present days attire ,

into one's sleep And coming night, and nest as though they've been the light

Oh the pretty songs rejoice, and give such light A lovely voice,

beneath the lulls of resting wings, they come to talk of all the things,

that one has done And not yet mattered

In ways they cherp and how they flattered,

with restless feet they come nearby and take up refuge beneath the sky

To sing in morning a risen word
The sounds of silence no longer heard

That little feathered noisy friend Tells us all the night would end

And in the shadows, shady trees, sings a beautiful song with ease,

To wake the senses to liven hearts, in sounds and chorus from the start

Where once again you come to life And hear the word and lovely song

Which tells of how the sun does long To be of useful love in ways

And brightens most
the coming days.