The stars seem to twinkle,
As I lay my head on the wet grass.
The trees whistle around me,
Singing their sweet bass.
I hear the sound of a river,
Far away in the forest.
The beauty is unspeakable,
As though made by an artist.
The clouds begin to descend,
And rain goes pitter patter on my head.
I still do not move,
Because, for tonight, this is my bed.
If you have any better ideas for the name please tell me...I just made this up...but I don't think I like it...I don't know
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