Drift to Dreamland

Leaves blow like chimes in the breeze.
Their sweet song dances through my window and tickles my ears.
Nature's orchestra plays a familiar song.
It gently rocks the world to sleep, tucking any troubles away.
I am bathing in the beautiful sounds, submerged in peace;
Relaxing in the utter bliss.
Finally, my eyes are growing heavy.
It seems as though I my still body has seen it's last movement.
The nighttime lullaby takes it's hold
As the chimes play softly on....