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 titters with excitement and is flushed with energy, impatient.

In the golden night, the creatures and the trees and the ancient couple anticipate your arrival. The golden night becomes early morning. You come to visit and you stay and you keep the forest company until the early morning is the golden night once again.

In the golden night, all life stops and waits for you.