All in still in the town below.

A few people stir in the houses 

Having one more sip of tea before going to bed.

There is a misshapen hill

That is barren and lonely.

Climb to the top and see

The dance that is hidden by

The light of the houses of the town.

Winds swirl the clouds

Mixing them with the light of the stars

Making the clear blue canvas

Speckled with cloud white and rose yellow.

The star of the show

Bends with wind

Illuminating the mountains

In the south. It paints the

Freshly fallen snow 

A pastel yellow. All-around

You hear nothing

Except for the wind blowing

The clouds. Yet all is still

And calm in the land below as

People stir in the houses

Having one more sip of tea before going to bed.

As they miss the dance of the night