A Summer Night’s Breeze

As the suns warmth fades, sounds from hikers and adventures’ a-like start to head back to their homes and the forest starts to grow calm again. The trees stand tall once more, their leaves starting to quiet as the summer breeze begins to fade.

The moon rises, castling a silver glow over the forest, their branches etched in silvery hues illuminating the mist that begins to role in. The only sound left from the busy summer day is the faint rustle of the branches, as if the trees themselves are whispering secrets.