I'm perched up in my tree
In the dead of the summer night
The night looks like a barren, cold wasteland
It still brings me such delight.
I'm watching as the half moon plays peek-a-boo amongst the clouds
I'm watching as my fellows sleep while others like myself watch or hunt.
I glide down from my tree
Wanting the great feeling of the whistling wind beneath my wings
The joy this freedom brings me is a soft reflection of my heart
I glide my way over the specks of humanity's false light towards the ocean.
The sea looks like an empty bottomless abyss of lost souls
And in the distance, I hear the distant sounds of rolling thunder
But lo, it is the crashing of the waves amongst the rocks
Hark, in the distance I hear my twin, the dove calling the light of the dawn
Here's where I bid you all goodnight.

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