She knew
Of a song
That the forest
Used to
Sing

When the sun
Had set
And the leaves
Were wet

By the tears
That the moon
Had wept.

She heard
The sweet sound
That the birds
Used to
Sing

When the sun
Would rise
And the leaves
Would dry

By the heat
That the sun
Would bring.

Now she sleeps,
    and sleeps,
        and dreams…

To the songs
That the angels
Sing.


                                        -Shano Shafei’07.