The heartbeat of leaves, Rustles softly in twilight, Beyond the garden wall, A tapestry of shadows, And echoes softly sing What might have been. The night draws close, As stars hold vigil, Everything— Beautifully alive.
- Sylvia Plath
The heartbeat of leaves, Rustles softly in twilight, Beyond the garden wall, A tapestry of shadows, And echoes softly sing What might have been. The night draws close, As stars hold vigil, Everything— Beautifully alive.