Brooke slips quietly into the night.
Looking for a little peace.
In pink shawl, she looks so small.
While the moon and night creatures call.

Brooke bends her ear to the wind.
And she lets all of the night sounds flow in.
In this moment, she is one with the night.
And her soul floats lightly like a kite.

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