The whole landscape is pitch dark,
All that can be seen is the moon and the stars
The trees have grown still
And the air has a chill
All that is awake,
Bats, frogs, crickets, raccoons, snakes
All through the night
They glide in through the sky
Some leap far and high
Some swim in a crystal lagoon
Some howl at the glowing moon
When the sun begins to rise
They crawl into their den, close their eyes
And take a nap until
All the land is dark and still
Again.