The trees sleep beneath a canopy of indigo that shrouds the world in the nebulous haze of light from myriad distant stars strewn across an imponderable stillness which prevails in the sky and arches over the known world. As it slumbers in the tranquil realms that abide in dreams a'roam at the midnight hour While a mist wafts over the placid waters and carpets the rolling hills that watch over the patchwork fields. It hovers in the sanctuary of silence that fills the night air with the fragrance of eternity. © D. A. Simpson
