Desert Night
The desert sunset, darkly red
Clouds of shadowy moonlight
Hitting the starlight far above,
The symphony of desert night.
Crickets click, owls call.
Campfire burning yellow bright
As I watch the moon move on
In the symphony of desert night.
As I sit with the low fire
I begin to drift into dreams of flight
I see myself fly above
Through the symphony of desert night.
Hear me as I sing my song
Vocals of wailing might
I become the coyote running
I am the symphony of desert night.
I run, pure freedom.
A rabbit comes into sight
A howl of deep frustration.
Added to the symphony of desert night.
Slowly an owl takes form
I soar among the starry night
Wings sliding through the cool air
In the symphony of desert night.
I fling myself awake
The fire gives forth no light.
I lay down under soft down,
Drifting into the symphony of desert night.
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Not sure I’ve every actually been camping in the desert. You can tell from the cliches.
Thanks to Horhew for the tree brushes
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