Post by Lomelindo on Oct 20, 2005 9:11:10 GMT -5
The moonlight gently caresses the sleeping forest
It glows pale
And the trees they tremble
When the expressionless wind blows
All seems still, all seems old
The wolves gather in their secret councils
Staring at the moon
And they speak the language of the stars
It glows pale
And the trees they tremble
When the expressionless wind blows
All seems still, all seems old
The wolves gather in their secret councils
Staring at the moon
And they speak the language of the stars
honestly that puts a pretty picture in my head. I love how you can just see it....i like! 
