A sweet melody of a song slowly fades, as the moonlit shadows of tree's cast upon her window, It is dark and peaceful as flowers dance in the soft wind, grass slowly sways as a composer does, keeping the melody, The wild honeysuckles, freshly bloomed, give off a scent so wonderful, it satisfies all senses, When all the sounds of the night fade, the single butterfly whispers softly into the night, pulling all living creatures to a pe aceful sleep, under a blue moon, The butterfly whispers to them, giving them dreams of good things, Of the roses that bloom, of the birds that sing, of the sun that shines, of the butterflies and birds that dance as they fly or flutter