Silent listeners

Sweet slumber has bless'd thee,
Whoever looks upon thy serene demeanour
is cast by a spell so magical,
These pine trees are watching queerly,
Whilst the fog like feline creature ready to devour,
Shall not break thy dream with a dead twig fall.

A strange halo surrounds thee,
As night creatures speak upon the tree,
"Who is that sleeps beneath?,
The moon is up but the radiance underneath,
Who is watching her over?
It's Father providing the cover,
Even the beast will be tamed,
Will repent and be ashamed,
lest thoughts of easy prey arise,
Fools will become wise,
Soon the night will be gone,
Sun will rise and day will be born,
This heavenly child will awake,
leave memories for our sake"

A gentle toss on this grassy bed,
Thy face shows no trace,
Of worries of the world full of care
In thy dream thou hath laugh'd and said,
Thou hath forgotten to put the lace,
Then the listeners laugh'd everywhere.