As I walked along the stone paths, somehow they seemed to glow brighter than the moon.
But I could not keep my eyes from wandering to the trees, who were rustling on the breeze hoping for some midnight delight to settle upon their leaves.
The little bats were flying about the blackened cool night sky, whistling and chirping hoping for some food that might go buzzing by.
While the water sang its soft lulling lullaby, and the crickets joined the tune that was being sung to the moon, and all it seemed so soft and felt so good to me, for I love to sit and listen to the moons quiet happy dream.
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