I was listening to one of my CD's last night, of Native American music,
called "Desert Moon Song."  As I listened, some ideas entered into my mind,
and I wrote them down on paper.
Here they are.  This is a crude sketch, so bear with me.  :)
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As the moon rises, the night creatures stir from their slumber.  Coyotes call
to their mates, owls hoot a greeting to one another, and night birds sing
their mournful songs.  One by one, the stars emerge from hiding and gleam
brightly.
The moon-god shifts its hue from blood-red, to golden yellow, to pale white.
Faintm, watery motions can be heard from the valley below.  The wind glides
softly through the trees as if knowing that the night should be gentle.
The night deepens.  The last vestiges of the sunset are distant memories.  The
moon-god shines its soft, golden light down upon the earth.
Crickets begin their night-long song.  A bullfrog provides the bass as night-
birds orchestrate the melody.  A coyote sings its solo to the moon-god.
Musical interludes are carried aloft on the gentle breeze.
A salamander scurries into the tall grass.  Frogs converse with one another
along the creek bottoms.
The trees are alive with the choruses of insects singing their songs of life.
Leaves rustle lightly with the night breeze.  A firefly illuminates its tiny
shadows.
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That is where my thoughts ended.  I thought I'd share them with everyone.  :)
Wurly.
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