In the golden night, the forest creatures lie in wait. They tuck their tails and fold in their wings, patient.
In the golden night, the trees cease their rustling. They quiet their leaves and seal up their trunks, patient.
In the golden night, the moon softens her glow. She illuminates the dark and keeps life at bay, patient.
In the golden night, the sun waits for his chance to rise again. He t...
