Night Song 
by Andrea Ferrari
(aferrari@stmary.edu.ar)

trees were singing a song
last night
a swishing and a swinging
song of wind on tangled hair
running fingers through dark green
sheets flapping on the line
of the sky
which listened
(we all listened)
rooted deep in blankets of brown silence
to their night song

in the morning the window told us
it was a water song.