The night glows,

Waiting for the perfect moment

To send millons of tiny fireflys out into the dark

My job is to help the trees

To fly out into the night

And be a witness to their sadness and resentment

I look through the eyes of the willow tree

Bear the pain its faced before moving on

To the next soul

Their minds are fragmented

There is pain and sorrow,

But also the joy and thrill of being alive

I move on

Row by row throuought the night

Keeping souls alive

They know that there is someone out there,

Who will listen to them

I am the Night Owl