Racing under the Moon’s shadow
while owls whisper to the leaves,
and Midnight’s rabbits work work work
Nature’s garden weeps,
from time to time and time again:
whispering to her darlings
grow, grow, grow…
Then the magical beans prosper
and defend their mighty ground
where the rabbits and owls can lie peacefully.
You can hear Midnight’s garden
breathe.
Souls converging to one:
beat, beat, beat
